Chapter 1049 Natsubo’s new “doll”!
Natsubo has finished handling the matter at hand, and he pays special attention to the soul called Clark Kent.
Of course, such a powerful soul Nazebo would not let him wander like this, even if the independent will of this soul was awakened by him.
"I am not willing to sign a contract when we are not familiar with each other at all, although your power does make me very concerned."
Natsubo looked at it The soul in front of you.
He was still hesitant. This soul had already shown enough power when it was incomplete.
Even Natsubo was doubting whether his contract could bind the existence in front of him.
"I don't mind continuing to sleep."
Clark Kent said in a very easy-going way, he himself is not a very serious person.
If Steve is the kind of noble and perseverant kind of good person who deserves to be praised.
Then Clark is a perfect person. In the human realm, he has done the best he can.
The difference between the two is not just a difference in strength, nor is it a noble choice they made.
Although similar, the two of them should never be compared together.
"Then I will break up most of the souls you have gathered, but I will retain enough soul weight for you to think at least. Then maybe we can have a stable period of time to understand each other?"
< br>Natsubo put forward his own suggestion.
"Why not? At least I hope that after I paid a heavy price, human life can be better than what I once experienced. Even if it is just a little better, it is enough to make me happy."
Clark Kent nodded. Of course he had his own persistence, but he was also more relieved.
"I am a little hesitant, because as a human being, you will never forget what anger is, and this world is probably full of reasons to make you angry."
Natsu Poe took a look at Clark's soul and made this judgment.
"I think so, so I hope you can break up my soul as much as possible."
Clark smiled.
He knows that he will be angry, and he also knows what kind of lethality he will explode in anger.
At this time, he is still thinking about more people.
"There is always someone who is willing to guide the way back to a kind soul, at least that is how it is for humans."
Natsubo said and shook the voodoo doll in his hand.
Then he pulled out his sacrificial knife from the ground and lightly cut his finger. A drop of bright red blood exuded a certain brilliance like a ruby.
"Your body is actually much stronger than you show, right?"
Clark said with a smile.
“Yes, although I look particularly weak because of the contract. But my total vitality is there, it is just temporarily lent to other souls for use.
As for you, I probably won’t sign that simple exchange contract, and I may not be able to provide the huge vitality your soul needs.”
Natsubo had no intention of covering up.
Natsubo always behaves strangely and silently when facing a complete human being.
But when facing the soul, he was extraordinarily honest.
As the top soul master among the Nephalem, he firmly believes that he cannot judge whether a soul is complete through the body.
But he believed that there would be no secrets when all souls appeared in front of him.
"I don't have that kind of idea. Now I probably just want to see the world now. It might be better if I can see those friends I used to have."
Clark smiled heartily. , there are only memories in his soul, not much regret.
This performance made Nazbo's favor towards Clark rise a bit.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to turn your soul into a zombie dog, so just turn it into a ghost child. Those little guys are the safest form of soul existence that I have.
As long as they don’t face Barr’s violation of rules, these little guys cannot be killed.”
Natsubo said.
The army of ghost babies, this move is considered a big move for the witch doctor.
The souls in Nazebo's hands can probably be divided into four or five levels.
A soul that does no evil but is powerful enough, he will be used to fill the body of a zombie dog.
The zombie dogs in Nazebo's hands are extremely lethal. Even elite-level demons cannot face these little guys one-on-one.
But being a zombie dog is not such a pleasant experience, the kind that always smells the rotten smell emanating from your body and bites those disgusting demons.
This is Nazbo's punishment for those souls.
As for those souls who do all kinds of evil but are not strong enough, Nazbo does not have a good way to punish them.
Simply let them become one of the soul-eating and fire bats.
Once the soul in the soul is released, no matter how many results it causes, it cannot escape the ending of death.
All such souls need to experience is the despair experienced by those who have been harmed at their hands.
As for the soul in the fire bat, it is simply fuel. It is enough to feel the pain of tearing and burning as an end while flying.
As for the souls that were turned into spiders and toads, most of them are not good people.
The souls that Nazbo really thinks are good people are actually by his side.
Natsubo's army of ghost children are such souls. As for the souls of other good people, Nazebo is redeeming them.
Every time he blows the arrow, Nazebo will tear off a little soul fragment from the hit enemy. He is using his own methods to repair the souls of those ghost children.
Natsubo, who is cruel, is actually always gentle.
It’s just that his tenderness is more for the dead, and the living rarely have the opportunity to experience Nazebo’s emotions.
"I don't have any opinions on this, or I just wanted to talk about something at first. Of course, it would be better if you could find someone for me."
Clark smiled.
"I will take you around this planet, and if it is destined, you will see the person you want to see."
Natsubo said words of comfort.
After the previous conversation, Nazbo was willing to do something for Clark's soul.
Anyway, this is just a casual thing, and it will not delay Nazebo's original plan at all.
“Thank you then.”
Clark took the initiative to show his soul as defenseless as he spoke.
He knows where his advantage lies. With that body, he is so powerful that even the gods tremble.
But after losing his body and leaving only his soul, although he is still considered powerful, he is no longer as invincible as he once was!
He has never been good at facing the power of magic. Even if his powerful soul prevents ordinary spells from harming him, it is only within the "ordinary" range.
Nazeebo shook the voodoo doll, and the blood on his fingers fell away from his fingers as he danced, and then began to swirl with the rhythm of Nazeebo's dance.
I don’t know what happened to a drop of blood, but it gave people an extremely heavy feeling.
The blood continued to stretch, and then turned into a layer of light red gauze, covering the souls of Nazbo and Clark.
Natsubo's strange and rhythmic voice came from the air, desolate, distant, and with a strong wild atmosphere!
When Nazebo's figure reappeared from the tulle, he had a small voodoo doll on his shoulder. The voodoo doll wears a mask that looks like a bamboo basket, and has an "S" on its chest that looks like it was smeared with blood on its finger!
“This mark represents hope in your hometown, right?”
Natsubo said softly to the voodoo doll.
"Yes, I heard you say before that there is an Archangel of Hope in your world? If there is a chance, I would like to meet him."
Clark's voice became a little sharp and unpleasant. , which is a very common situation.
After processing a soul, if there is no change in the soul, then this is definitely not Natsubo's method.
He is the one who is best at changing the soul form among all the Nephalem beings who are good at the soul field.
Even he cannot change the form of the soul without affecting it.
So Clark's voice is a bit like a child's voice changing period, which is a bit harsh at first glance.
"It's her, Auriel is a woman, although I'm also wondering why the archangel also needs gender distinction."
Natsubo corrected him.
"Maybe because they are not the kind of angels in the concept? Just like gods should be completely different from humans."
Clark said with a smile.
"Maybe, at least those archangels are not without desires."
Natsubo sneered, and then he looked in the distance and had finished his rest and planned to continue driving. A look at Hellboy on his way.
“Let’s go, my short-term goal is to follow that guy.”
Nazebo pointed in the direction of Hellboy.
"Whatever you want, I'm just a story-telling doll, I have no goals."
Clark had no objection at all.
He may be more open-minded than imagined.
……
In the Burning Hell, the team of legendary barbarians who are still killing people are temporarily resting.
There are no shadows of demons around them.
Baal was thrown into the burning hell before, but these legendary barbarians were not afraid at all.
However, it is not without benefits after Baal comes back. At least those garbage demons now have a command and will not be so stupid as to simply charge.
“Hey, we can’t kill all the demons anyway, why don’t we charge towards the center of the Burning Hell?”
Andakulgas asked Gruchak.
Although Hailab is the guy who looks most like the core among the people here, Hailab's popularity is not very good.
Anda Kurgas prefers to talk to Gruchak.
"I don't think there is any need to do this. We are here to tell the Burning Hell our attitude. They will need to pay the price for their actions no matter when."
Ge Ruchak washed his hands in the demon plasma that covered his calves, and then casually wiped the blood off his body.
There are no germs in demon blood.
This thing is actually very effective for sterilization and disinfection, but most people cannot try it.
Everything that a being that is not powerful enough comes into contact with the devil may become the cause of corruption... This is sad.
Because the weaker the existence, the more powerful the devil can be felt from everything the devil has touched.
On the contrary, guys like Gruchak and others who are already strong enough in their own right showed disdain after coming into contact with traces of demons.
As for guys who make them feel powerful, most of them are unlikely to have any attraction to them.
Because those guys are mortal enemies and there is no room for maneuver.
The barbarian elder who was corrupted back then was not corrupted by fear of Baal and Mephisto. He was forced to that extent by the never-ending war and the demon army.
Of course this matter is his own problem, so the barbarian never intended to record this matter on the heads of the archangels or demons.
However, there are too many grievances and grievances between archangels, demons and nephalem, and there is actually no shortage of this one.
"This time Bulcaisel didn't say how far we need to go, or that as long as we want, we can keep killing here."
Kutul pinched his fist.
The process of constantly punching and tearing or crushing demons made him feel a little boring.
There are very few demons who simply like wrestling. Even if there are a few big guys who are willing to give it a try occasionally, they always use some tricks during wrestling.
Such as launching attacks with tongues, sneak attacks with bone spurs on joints, etc.
Although Kotur is used to this kind of thing, he still gets angry.
Because this is not a pure wrestling.
"Drowning demons in their own plasma is actually quite interesting."
Calgar waved the flag in his hand.
The flag was covered with blood, making it look a little more ferocious.
Calga casually unfolded the flag and laid it flat on the plasma. Cleaning his flag was one of his few hobbies.
"Hey, Kotur or Gruchak, whoever you two want to give this place a kick, I need a huge pit!"
Olongus said to shouted some barbarians in front.
This plasma has little effect on the guys in front, but it is a bit troublesome for Olongus.
He had a little trouble gathering the power from the ground.
"How big of a pit is that?"
Herab smashed his mouth and said.
This place is a plain, and the plasma transformed from the demon's flesh has already covered their calves.
How big is the pit so that Orlongus will not be affected by the plasma when using the Ancient Spear?
“I suggest that you extract the power of the ground from a place, Olongus, so that you can at least dig a deep pit under your feet.”
Andakulgas joked at the top of his lungs.
"By the way, who of you knows what is under the ground of the Burning Hell?"
Helabo suddenly asked.
As soon as this question came out, the legendary barbarians fell silent.
In the past, they had rarely had the opportunity to come to the Burning Hell, so naturally they would not know what was under the ground of the Burning Hell.
This question is particularly attractive to them.
"Yin Na, can you come and help us blow up a deep pit on the ground of the Burning Hell?"
Hilab raised his voice to Yin Na, who was observing them outside. asked.
“I don’t have that kind of energy, although I am also a little curious.”
Yin Na’s voice came across a little ethereal~
(End of this chapter)