Chapter 389 The King of Disease is not the "Sick One" (Low Configuration Guarantee)
The ground in the Burning Hell is still trembling. It would be better to say that the ground in this place has never stopped.
Baal sat quietly on his throne and frowned as he watched a group of rats crawling out of the cracks in the ground.
Although these rats quickly became a blackened pile of garbage in the flames of the Burning Hell, it was still a bit annoying.
“Now is not the time.”
Barr didn't know who he was talking to, and his expression darkened.
Obviously the mouse didn't please him very much.
A delicate squeak seemed to be responding to Barr.
"I told you, now is not the time. I know your hatred for barbarians, but now where do you want me to find you a suitable soul as nourishment?"
Barr muttered, waving his arms unconsciously.
The squeaking paused for a moment, then suddenly became louder.
There was the sound of rodents neighing and claws clawing at gravel everywhere.
"Hamelin! Calm down! I know you are a subordinate of Diavolo, but now I am the only one in control of the Burning Hell!"
Baal was furious, and the entire throne followed Shaking with his roar.
None of these sub-level demons make people worry, especially those who only follow their bosses.
Hamelin is one of the best.
Facing Barr's anger, the movements of the rats became more detailed.
As if laughing at Barr.
To be honest, Barr had already prepared for this. After all, he just couldn't defeat his brother.
It’s just that he has other ways to exchange for quiet space.
"Huh!" - a dissatisfied sigh.
As Barr exhaled, the ground of the Burning Hell was dyed with a layer of gray-black energy, and some miserable green could still be vaguely seen.
A thick arm stretched out from the ground, and then pulled out the body that was not in harmony with the arm.
The King of Disease, referred to as the King of Disease.
Fortunately, no one refers to this terrible demon as "disease".
The most powerful strength of the Plague King, who was covered in toxins, was the deformed arm. After all, this arm was the only creation that belonged to Baal.
The body full of poison was picked up by Baal from Duriel.
It’s like picking up trash.
The power of toxins is limited after all, especially for destruction.
Barr's hand grasped one of his tentacles and hesitated.
He didn't know if it was worth it.
After all, it is easier to leave things like catching mice to barbarians.
Anyway, guys on both sides hate each other.
"Zee, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!" (Only fear! Is eternal!)
Hamelin's sharp scream made Barr frown, and Made up my mind.
Without stopping, he broke off the tentacles in his hands and threw them towards the Plague King.
The body that was just acting instinctively became energetic as if it had been injected with consciousness.
"Roar!"
The Plague King roared and hit the ground heavily with his huge arm. Then the toxin appeared out of thin air and poured into the cracks on the ground of Burning Hell. .
Perhaps the nickname Du Shuqiang is also suitable for the King of Plague.
"Good, very energetic!"
Barr applauded with a grimace.
He doesn't like to praise others, but King Plague is different.
This thing is like a child clinging to his parents, wanting to get praise from Baal every moment.
Innocent and cruel!
If Barr didn't praise King Plague, then King Plague would definitely behave like a naughty child.
Barr was not in the mood to coax the child afterwards, so he could just praise him at the time.
With a sound of "Ouch", the King of Plague shouted loudly.
A big rat bit a piece of skin on the leg that was too small compared to the arm.
Although the mouse quickly fell to the ground, it was scorched black by the high temperature of the burning hell.
This is not a serious matter, at least the Plague King will not die from diseases such as plague.
But this offended Barr's dignity.
Hamelin dared to say no to him!
This signal was a bit dangerous, and Barr's face sank again.
"Plague King, my, child. The current Burning Hell does not have enough space for you to display. I hope you can find a place you like."
Barr said the word "child" awkwardly.
The Plague King is not a guy like Lilith, and Barr does not want to be like Mephisto, who uses his most powerful origin as a bet for a huge gamble.
The Plague King is just the epitome of some destruction.
Children are still a bit unworthy.
But King Plague didn’t think so.
Barr glanced at the cracks on the isolation cover that still existed and gritted his teeth.
Then he opened a gap big enough for the Plague King to pass through, and then used his eyes to signal the Plague King to leave here.
Barr cannot leave.
If he leaves the Burning Hell on his own, he will have no advantage at all in the subsequent struggle.
Diablo holds the most powerful fear, and he can only match it by relying on the Burning Hell.
Because he is Diavolo's older brother, he has slightly more authority.
He is the most passive person, especially not all of the demonic powers that can be awakened in the Burning Hell are loyal to him.
Barr felt a sense of urgency.
Even if he doesn't expect to be able to crush this guy Bulcaisuo, he doesn't intend to hand over everything he has for nothing.
“At least, Diablo will not inherit all my inheritance after my failure!”
Barr said harshly.
By the way, a powerful force was used to push the King of Plague out.
The malicious squeaking of Hamelin's big rat came from beneath the ground. That's a mockery!
The Plague King stood on the land outside the Burning Hell in a daze, and then turned around.
A rare glint of thought appeared in his eyes.
Children always grow up, especially after many battles and deaths.
It's just that he shouldn't have love, nor should he feel what "parents" are.
"Go, stay alive, and don't come back again!"
Barr said in a cold and stern tone that he deliberately pretended to be.
To be honest, his tone was much more natural when facing Bulcasso than it is now.
This deliberate disguise made him look like a fool.
Although he does not know the future victory or defeat, Barr already knows that his name will most likely not appear on the list of winners.
Just like he planned to take care of the big rat in Hamelin, Diavolo will also use unique methods to control the Plague King.
The power of fear is so powerful that even destroyers will feel palpitations.
The Plague King dragged his huge arm and waved his hand to Barr.
Then he left without looking back.
“I hope you really understand what I mean.”
Barr said this.
How can an intelligent being have only a single emotion?
What Baal pursues is a single destruction, but it is still on the way.
The purest demon is actually not that pure, just like the courageous Imprius can hesitate.
......
"Diablo!"
Rorschach gripped Tyr's head and roared. The wings behind him spread wider.
In this realm of fear, justice can still open a gap.
The faces of the Asgardians who were sleeping in nightmares finally became calmer.
Far away in Asgard, Diavolo felt Rorschach's call, and his expressionless face seemed to be deep in thought.
Diablo stretched out his sharp little finger and dug at his ear, probably where there was some blood on his fingertips.
Perhaps the way the Demon King of Hell picked out his ears was so rough, or maybe Diavolo's ears couldn't tolerate the sharp claws that could break Solarion.
"No matter what happened to him, he is also my brother!"
Thor walked over with the meat cleaver in his hand and said loudly to Rorschach.
Although he didn't know what had happened to Rorschach, the power of justice had been instilled in his heart.
Nature cannot retreat.
“He is Diavolo’s lackey, and all the zombie-like people you see are because of him!”
Rorschach was uneasy.
Having just become the Archangel of Justice, he has not yet found his place among the Archangel "Justice" and the Barbarian "Wrath".
It's a little swaying and not very beautiful.
"But he is my brother! My brother! You know Rorschach, I don't have many relatives anymore!"
Thor roared like this.
A face almost touched Rorschach's nose.
Rorschach was stunned for a moment.
Then the brilliance of justice in his body became even more dazzling, even stabbing those Asgardians who had not yet awakened.
Justice can be very hurtful sometimes.
Thor's face showed blood stains under this light.
This was no longer something that words could explain. Thor raised his weapon and stared at Rorschach.
"The conflict of ideas must be decided through violence! Now is the time! Rorschach!"
Thor didn't plan to say anything, "I understand you" "You need to calm down now "Something like that.
He does not have such good eloquence, and his relatively smooth brain cannot organize complex language.
"Thor, where do you stand?"
Hela's hand gently pressed on Thor's shoulder, and a beautiful face was smiling.
It doesn't matter how miserable Tyr is, she only recognizes Thor as her younger brother.
Tear is a younger brother even in terms of blood, but this younger brother is a bit too younger.
The eldest sister’s wisdom can always give Thor some inspiration, such as how to face the person opposite.
“The King of Asgard!”
Thor answered his sister's question like this, and then took Mjolnir from his sister as if waking up from a dream.
He finally had some of the aura of a king, and a few flashes of lightning flashed in his eyes.
Hela let out a long breath.
Neither the Hammer God nor the savage Hammer God will be the King of Asgard.
Only a pure God of Thunder can be the king of Asgard.
Now it's Rorschach's turn to answer this question.
What is Rorschach’s position here?
Hela was a little curious.
So she looked for Rorschach's sight with a pair of bright eyes.
Rorschach hesitated for a moment and put the hood behind him on his head.
Now he looked little different from Tyrael.
I couldn’t see my face anyway, it was completely black.
This is his declaration, as "justice".
“Tch.”
Hela made a somewhat dissatisfied voice.
There is no point in blaming anything.
"In this case, let those Asgardians wake up first and let them see your justice with us. Justice is always on the side of the majority of people."
Hela said this, forcing Rorschach with words.
The "good guy" in the general sense is always the one who suffers.
She wanted to see if Rorschach was such a person.
The power of the group is used to intimidate, and those who try to stem the tide will always be suspicious.
Hela is sure of this.
Because the last time in this situation, he was the one who blocked the wave.
As for the waves, not much has changed, they are still the same familiar faces.
Thor didn't know why his sister took over the right to speak, but his greatest advantage was that he was fairly self-aware.
For example, if he can't speak, Odin has already told him through actions.
If he could speak, he might not have been thrown out of Asgard by Odin, like a big piece of garbage.
“It’s meaningless, justice is unstoppable!”
Rorschach said this!
Then he twisted off Tyr’s head hard!
In Hela’s excited eyes!
Rorschach will not compromise.
He doesn't have much tolerance for annoying guys. For example, he has done things like throwing the guy who has been annoying him off the elevator more than once.
Now he is righteous and naturally stubborn!
“You!”
Thor only shouted one word, and the hammer in his hand hit Rorschach's head hard.
A battle.
This is not surprising at all.
Boom!
Thunder and lightning finally came, and at this time Thor had some flavor of the God of Thunder.
He doesn't use barbarian skills very deliberately, because his life is not short, and he has long been accustomed to fighting postures and other things.
It’s just that the use of blunt instruments is similar in most places.
Sweeping, smashing, twisting, pushing, etc., can't make any flowers.
To say what Thor's unique skill is, it is probably the use of the war hammer as a flail or a meteor hammer.
“咚~”
There is a crisp sound, and you know it is a good head as soon as you hear the sound.
When Rorschach received a hammer, a nut hammer also appeared in his hand, and the ferocious hammer head was pressed hard against Thor's face, making a not-so-pleasant sound.
This voice is a bit sloppy.
Obviously Thor's head does not belong to the ranks of good heads.
The spikes on the head of the nut hammer tore off a large piece of Thor's face, leaving it bloody and bloody.
Then the hammer in his hand continued to swing and hit it!
Hela smiled, holding the legendary war hammer of the Son of Odin and swinging it on Rorschach's waist!
She has never been a weak woman, and Valkyrie and the like cannot describe her bravery.
Rorschach was knocked off balance by the blow, but said nothing.
Who can stop a sister from protecting her troubled brother?
Moreover, this sister is still an unmarried woman and does not use other people's things.
She was simply protecting her younger brother.
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I won’t stay up late today. I really can’t hold on any longer, so I’m just going to take a night off as a stupid author.
Thank you.
(End of this chapter)