293 Man's Revenge on God! (Large Chapter with 10,000 Words)

After Spider-Man controlled his emotions, the scene before him caused him to temporarily lose the ability to speak.

Jin Bin's body appeared in front of him, and his whole body was covered with golden light patterns. In the flashing golden light, you could vaguely see the flash of blood and black energy.

Kingpin held a dim giant hammer in his hand. The head of the hammer looked like a cylinder, but the intimidating and unknown energy on it made Spider-Man's body tremble continuously.

The ground is full of cracks, and the continuously churning magma illustrates the threat posed by the previous falling meteors.

The crowd tried their best to avoid it, but the moment the meteor hit Kingpin, they all fell into a coma.

Only the siren still sounded.

"Spider-Man? Did you see that?"

Jin Bin's voice sounded like a rescued person falling into the abyss of endless fear.

The trembling voice was filled with depraved magic.

As Jin Bin spoke these words, the strong energy around him suddenly erupted.

Waves of hurricanes spread outward with Kingpin as the core.

This voice kept ringing in Spider-Man's heart, but his body didn't obey his orders at all.

Spider-Man was instantly struck by intense fear that penetrated the barrier of reason, leaving only the strong biological survival instinct that was expanding crazily.

"I didn't expect you to see it, but it doesn't matter. You have failed!"

Kingpin didn't even open his mouth, but these words were clearly conveyed to Spider-Man's ears.

And in the next moment, the lines on Jinji's body disappeared before his eyes, and the surroundings returned to their original appearance as if nothing happened.

The huge hammer shrank little by little in front of Spider-Man's eyes, and then turned into something like a pendant that Kingpin stuffed into his pocket.

"I will stop you! No matter what powers you gain!"

Spider-Man squeezed the words out of his mouth in the humblest trembling voice, and then stretched out his arms to Kingpin.

But even if he made a move that could shoot spider silk from his wrist, there was no change at all.

"Okay, little spider, I don't want to deal with you now, although I am slightly curious about your identity."

Kingpin walked out of the center of the crack in the ground as he spoke, straightened his suit without any panic, and then silently walked towards the building he was going to in the first place.

"Once fear is born, it will become my strength, but the idea of ​​'fear me' has been firmly engraved in your mind like a steel seal.

Go home, kid. The hero game should end here. Then slowly spend the rest of your life in the fear I brought you. "

Kingpin staggered past Spider-Man.

The identity of Lord Tianhammer was not the foreshadowing originally arranged by Kull.

At this time, Kull has become Diavolo.

And the power in these hammers is not something that the unlucky god of fear in Kull can understand.

The contactee will no longer be brainwashed into another person, but will become a villain who retains his original consciousness under the power of Diavolo.

Their goal is simply to create fear and keep humans in constant fear as potential subordinates of Diavolo.

Fear is an emotion that drives people crazy and becomes the only straw that people can grasp in despair.

When Diablo appears in his true form, these people who are filled with fear will turn into demons in an instant.

The moment he came into contact with the Sky Hammer, Kingpin became Diavolo's most sincere subordinate.

As the dominant force in New York's underground, Kingpin was the perfect person to bring fear.

People will not be afraid of something they cannot understand. Every fear is born for a reason.

The Kingpin represents the fear of survival itself by the people at the lowest level.

"I want……"

Spider-Man's body was shaking continuously, but the words "stop you" could not be uttered.

This fear lasted until Kingpin left the scene, and he barely regained control of his body.

Spider-Man turned around without saying a word, and then turned a blind eye to everything in front of him.

I returned home feeling the impact of fear.

…

"What's that?"

Luke and Jessica were sitting at the door of the blacksmith shop spreading dog food.

They are now non-staff members of SHIELD and no longer need to run around for a living.

But after these two people became barbarians, they became very interested in unexpected events.

When Luke was a little stunned, Jessica, who was leaning on his shoulder, grinned.

"You still need to take a good look at the store, it's not closed yet."

Jessica reached out and rubbed Luke's shoulders, smiling.

"Then you plan to go there now?"

Luke was a little helpless.

As a clerk in Bulkesso, he couldn't miss work without reason, but Jessica was just here to accompany him and was not subject to this restriction.

"I plan to go take a look. Although I don't know why, I always feel that there seems to be something worth caring about happening in that place."

Jessica stood up, looked in the direction of the meteor Rorschach and said something meaningful.

"How about you wait a moment and let's go there together after I get off work?"

Luke twitched his face and responded helplessly.

"I don't."

Jessica smiled coquettishly and gave Luke a charming look. Then he walked that way.

It's not easy for her to take off directly in front of everyone. That kind of action will cause a lot of trouble.

So Jessica just smiled and waved at Luke and left.

Luke sat bored on the bench alone, took out a bottle of vodka from his backpack and took a sip.

How much alcohol he has left is completely under Jessica's control. Although Jessica will not restrict Luke from drinking, he feels that he should drink less.

After all, lovers in TV dramas always tell each other this.

Luke felt that he should adapt to this kind of life in advance. He didn't want to be the one trying to persuade others.

Because only those who are persuaded can enjoy that tenderness.

"Luke, I will leave Jill to you and Jessica tonight. I have something to do."

Just when Luke was having random thoughts in his mind, Frank walked up to him and said this.

He had no interest in the previous meteors, but tonight it was time for him to officially collect souls.

Frank would not attack someone without any evil deeds, even if that person might be classified by Death as an interesting soul.

But there are so many hungry villains in this world, and every death of one makes a contribution to the world.

Frank is willing to spend a little more time to find and maintain the existence of his wife and daughter.

Killing villains is the job of the Punisher. Even though he is now the agent of death, the identity of the Punisher has not been stripped away from him.

"Looks like I'll have to stay in the blacksmith shop until dawn again today."

Luke said helplessly.

Now he doesn't even know how to wield a hammer for forging, and lives like a simple security guard.

"I'll be back to prepare breakfast for tomorrow. If everything goes well, it won't take much time."

Frank said to Luke, then silently turned around and returned to his new home.

It was not the time for him to act now, he would have to wait until dark.

During this time, he needed to get some more sleep so that he could be energetic at night.

“I have to figure out how to get someone to take my shift.”

Luke said as he took a swig of wine.

At this time, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already deployed personnel to investigate the previous meteor crash incident.

A large group of wealthy people gathered at the location where the meteor landed.

Although they are not guys with clean foundations, these people cannot be given up yet.

The large-scale coma of the people there was already a supernatural event. In order to prevent supernatural crimes from happening, S.H.I.E.L.D. dispatched Hawkeye, who had been on leave for a long time.

Coulson's current situation seems to be no different from that of Melinda, who is always busy with less important things.

It's not that Coulson has lost Nick Fury's trust, but that he is still recovering from what happened before.

So important tasks were handed over to other agents, and Coulson was always on standby.

This is probably the vacation Nick Fury gave him.

"Colson, let's go have a drink when I get back."

Hawkeye said this to Coulson in the SHIELD building, and then got directly into SHIELD's special car.

"Agent Patton, wait for me, I'm going on this mission."

Colson shouted to Hawkeye anxiously that his work style did not require him to clock in and out on time every day.

If even agents had to clock in, the world would be completely ruined.

Do people who work in potential jobs have to put on a smiling face in front of some technological product every day to be counted as working?

That's ridiculous.

"I think it's better for you to take a little rest. There's something wrong with you."

Hawkeye said this as he looked at Coulson who was sitting directly in the passenger seat.

Coulson had been feeling a little nervous since his idea of ​​going to London was rejected.

He also looked very haggard.

"Only by being busy can I still be that elite."

A smile flashed across Coulson's face, and he spoke to Hawkeye.

His latest job was to investigate Spider-Man's intelligence, and news of Spider-Man's appearance had just come back from that scene.

Coulson was about to lock in Spider-Man's identity, and this time he went there just to see if he could gain anything else.

"It seems that you have made up your mind, let's set off now."

Hawkeye glanced meaningfully at Coulson, then started the car and started taking action.

…

"I seem to feel something?"

Bulcaisel looked at Odin in front of him and said with a somewhat skeptical tone.

It wasn't that he felt the aura of the Hell Demon King, but that Azmodan and Andariel in his mind suddenly became a little too active.

This is very unusual.

Odin just looked at Bulkesso without saying a word.

He didn't know what Bulcaisuo had discovered, and even said that if Bulcaisuo felt the aura of the Demon King of Hell, he wouldn't be of much help.

There is some commotion in Asgard right now, as Thor and Loki have not been seen in public for a while.

This will inevitably spark some discussion.

But Odin's expression suddenly changed.

He sensed some unexpected changes taking place on Mjolnir's side.

Another hammer appeared over there, and he felt something familiar on this hammer.

"Kul!?"

Odin said his brother's name with some horror.

The appearance of Kul meant that the prophecy about Thor might have begun.

When he drove Kul off the throne, Odin found that he had no chance to kill him.

Only Thor, who became the god of thunder, could do it, but that also meant a tragedy of mutual destruction would happen.

This made Odin feel embarrassed.

He wanted to protect his son, and he was willing to cut off the connection between Asgard and the earth.

"What god of fear? What happened to him?"

Bul-Kathos frowned and said so.

The word fear has a completely different meaning for Bul-Kathos.

"Another hammer appeared next to Mjolnir and my son's hammer, and it has the power of my brother."

Odin had no obstacles when he said this, or he had accepted the "fact" that the son of Odin was his son.

"It seems unusual."

Bul-Kathos rubbed his beard and said.

"It seems that Natasha went there?"

He said uncertainly.

Although Burkathos could sense the status of the barbarian recruits, he would not deliberately pay attention to anything.

After all, the barbarians are not rare now.

If he keeps paying attention to those little guys, he may not have time to do anything else.

"I want to go back. Asgard can't let me leave for too long now."

Odin bent down to Burkathos as a gesture, and then called the Rainbow Bridge with an apology.

Burkathos looked at the bright light and curled his lips, then used his power to block the energy dissipated by the Rainbow Bridge.

Harrogath is the holy mountain of the barbarians, and even unintentional damage is unacceptable to him.

"Cassius!"

Burkathos shouted loudly, and then Cassius's voice appeared beside him.

"What's wrong? Is there any situation that requires me to fight again?"

The braid on Cassius' chin swung.

"Where did your heir go?"

Burkathos glanced at Cassius, and then felt his blood pressure rise a little.

Since he came back last time, Cassius has been constantly teasing Orlongus with the battle he experienced, trying to relieve Orlongus with a loose battle.

"How do I know? Could your actions back then be under the attention of your mentor?"

Cassius said this with his eyes squinting.

Then Bul-Kathos was speechless.

After he got the help of Volusk, his whereabouts were all under Volusk's control.

After he broke Leoric's bones, he immediately saw Volusk's hammer.

It was at that time that he made a decision.

"I feel like that kid seems to be in trouble. Are you really not going to take a look?"

Bul-Kathos casually took out a mace and slapped it on the palm of his other hand, with some dissatisfaction with Cassius in his eyes.

"If you want to beat me, just say it directly. There is no need to use such a boring excuse!"

Cassius cracked his fingers, making a series of crackling sounds.

"I can't leave because of something. Since your physical state has not been lifted yet, I'll go over and take a look! Do you understand what I mean?"

Bur-Kathos's hand was pinching the mace, and the poor mace groaned under the heavy load.

Bur-Kathos raised his chin in the direction of the Holy Mountain Gate, and then Cassius left cursing.

Cassius would not do everything Bul-Kathos asked, but he would still pay a little attention to his heir.

After all, it seems that these new recruits are opportunities for the barbarians to continue to develop, and unnecessary losses should be avoided.

"Are you here for the ring on your hand?"

Bur-Kathos said to Steve who had just walked over.

"Yes, I heard them say that you should know something about this ring."

Steve raised the Justice Lamp Ring on his hand, and his tone was very calm.

Or if there is anything in the world that can make Steve not so calm, it is probably the one about Peggy Carter.

"Let's not talk about the ring of justice for now. Do you want to gain power?"

Bulkaso said casually. He was now carefully looking at Steve in front of him.

The noble and human character reminded Bulkaso of Johanna, who fought together in the past.

When he thought of Johanna, he remembered that the demons who angered Johanna were dragged for hundreds of miles by the rude woman on horseback.

When those unfortunate demons were put down, they were completely unrecognizable.

Even the devil of hell would frown when he saw that look, although the devil of hell basically had no hair on his body.

"I think I may not be suitable to be a barbarian."

Steve said this with a smile.

He yearned for the power of the barbarian, but he still couldn't accept it when he had to fight in the way of the barbarian.

Steve liked shields because shields never took the initiative to attack, but were more for protecting the weak.

His beliefs and character were indeed noble.

"I think so too."

Bulkaiso said as he took out a flail from his backpack and swung it a few times.

As a weapons master, Bulcaisso had superb skills when wielding the flail, but the flail seemed to be "dead" without giving Bulcaisel any feedback.

Even Steve can see this.

"Take it and try it."

Bulcaisel handed the flail in his hand to Steve and said in a rough tone.

Arkhan's supplement.

Legendary flail.

Of course, this is a copy of Bulcaisel, and the original legend is still in the hands of those Crusaders.

This flail is not extremely powerful, but it is still a masterpiece.

But just like its name, this is just a backup weapon for Arkhan, the powerful Crusader.

The Crusader can master the postures of the other two skill runes in the state of the Alakat Warrior.

This is pretty useless.

Johanna should be the closest to Bulcasso among his comrades, although she has to exclude Li Min, a mage with terrifying talent.

But Johanna has already made some achievements on the road of skill fusion and release. At least she can use her own power to transform the Alakat Warrior into this function. She can release all the skill rune forms at the same time.

Steve took the flail from Bulcasso's hand with some seriousness, and then let go of the flail.

Although the flail was not the best, it was not something Steve could pick up due to his physical fitness.

"It seems like you're not even close, so you'll probably have to wait until you take some time off from the Prius before you can get that power."

Bulkesso had no intention of continuing.

He remembered that when Johanna became a Crusader, she came into contact with the assault suit of the legendary Crusader Norward.

With just a touch, Johanna directly became a Crusader.

While this may have something to do with the fact that Johanna is a nephalem herself, Arkhan's patch is a replica of a legend that gained Johanna's power.

If Steve didn't get that recognition, he would have to wait for Imprius to teach him personally.

"I have never felt that the power of achieving success in one go is worth bragging about."

Steve understood what Bulkesso meant.

But he had no regrets.

When he became Captain America, the super soldier serum gave birth to him as a super soldier.

That was ultimately a somewhat helpless choice.

The Red Skull also used that power to become powerful, and Steve was a little wary of the power that could be copied.

"What nonsense."

Bulcaisel shook his head.

The power of the Nephalem is never obtained overnight. If you want to become strong, you have to work hard. This is the simplest truth, and no one will object to this.

The previous test was just to see if Steve could get the seeds of the Crusader's power.

If it succeeds, then Steve can enter the secret realm to obtain the blood of Nephalem, and then embark on the road to becoming stronger earlier.

"The Ring of Justice is a very powerful legend. Johanna, I mean one of my comrades has used its power to protect others for a long time."

Bulcasso looked at the justice lamp ring on Steve's hand, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Johanna at that time was simply unshakable. Even the Demon King of Hell would have a headache when facing her."

Bulcaisel thought of the past days and said a few more words.

Azmodan and Andariel were bickering again in his mind.

Johanna played a very important role in the battle against Azmodan. She single-handedly contained all of Azmodan's demon army.

Unwavering like a rock in the waves, until Azmodan was dealt with.

"If that damn mage hadn't involved my energy at that time, how could you have chopped my body into pieces!"

Azmodan roared loudly in Bul-Katho's mind.

He kept looking for reasons for his defeat.

Among the Hell Demons, only Azmodan values ​​victory and defeat the most. In every battle, Azmodan will try his best to win, although not every time he will achieve his wish.

"Then when I was cutting off the head of the Great Demon God, why didn't you come out to argue with me?"

Bulcaisel said rudely and contemptuously.

In his relatively long life, the time when Bulkesso became stronger the most was during the days when he was with Li Minsanya and the others.

Just like the bloodline of Nephalem resonates when they are together.

During those days, Bulcasso grew from being able to fight against a Hell Demon to being able to defeat the Great Demon.

"What?"

Steve was a little confused about Bulkesso's sudden words.

"It's okay, I'll let Kalju guide you for a while, although you won't be his heir."

Bulcaisel scratched his hair. He was now a little irritated by the constant shouting of Azmodan in his mind.

"Now, go do your thing."

Bulcaisuo left directly after saying these words. He needed a quiet place to calm down.

The argument with the Hell Demon King will only affect him more. If he wants to avoid being corrupted, Bulcaisel needs to better maintain his consciousness instead of being easily aroused.

At this moment, Azmodan and Andariel chose to remain silent.

Bulkesso is different now than before.

At least they need to treat Bulcaisuo with caution.

So after they felt Diavolo's fleeting power, they worked hard to disrupt Bulcaisso's thoughts.

Corrupting Bulkatho? That's too dangerous!

They are worried too.

Ever since Bulcaisuo obtained the complete Devouring Rules and Time Rules, the Hell Demon had to treat Bulcaisuo with caution.

Azmodan, who had personally experienced the immense power of the Ring of Alkatan, was especially worried.

Worried that Bulcaisel will merge with his other half's soul after utter despair.

By then, although the Hell Demon King would have completed the corruption of Bulcasso, Bulcasso would be able to fully master the rules at that time.

The rules of devouring and time will allow Bulcaisuo to complete devouring the Demon King of Hell in a short period of time, and by then he may be the next Malthael!

A God of Creation who single-mindedly kills all the demon kings of hell?

Azmodan couldn't imagine this ending.

Andariel and Azmodan have wanted to communicate in the dark soul stone more than once.

But they found that no matter how they signaled to each other, they could not complete the communication on this question, as if some existence was formulating the rules in the Dark Soul Stone.

They couldn't get it out of their mouths.

So what they can do is delay Bulcaisuo from realizing this.

Then hope that their other brothers will realize this early.

Their hope is not in the most dangerous fear, but in Mephisto, who represents hatred.

Now only Mephisto knows about Bulcaisso's situation, and Diavolo is likely to become Mephisto's pawn to test Bulcaiso.

But the demon kings of hell are still on guard against each other!

Azmodan is worried!

He was worried that that idiot Diavolo would let Bulcasso realize in advance that the situation had reversed.

Azmodan could only think this in his heart.

He didn't even intend to express any opinions in the Dark Soul Stone that could be heard by Bulkatho.

In the constant battles with the Nephalem, they had long known what kind of person Bul-Katho was.

Bulcaisel was never as rough as he seemed, and he was the only barbarian who could completely contain his anger, the source of his power.

Anger is not only an emotion for Bulqueso, but more of a source of strength.

The most bizarre thing was the cold anger that could freeze the soul of the Hell Demon King. It felt like meeting the mad king Leoric.

After Bulcaisel finally found a place to rest, he spoke.

"Azmodan, I will know what you are afraid of."

Bulkatho spoke in the tiniest voice, sure that the Hell Demon in the Dark Soul Stone could hear him.

"Your behavior is too abnormal, you are afraid."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

It was Andariel who answered Bulcasso's words.

Azmodan thought angrily.

There's a reason Andariel is the most disliked Hell Demon.

All she pursued was pain, so she never had the ambition to rule the world.

In other words, Andalil never had any ambitions, she just wanted a place to enjoy the process of torture.

"Azmodan, aren't you going to say something?"

Bulcaisel frowned and said, holding a bottle of strong liquor in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

"Dracula told me more than just a little bit about where Mephisto is."

Dracula's quid pro quo is not equal, and Bulkesso knows this very well.

Exchange Bulkesso's protection for Integra with a piece of nonsense?

Barbarians protect those who are kind, and this is what the Nephalem have always done.

But the nephalem almost never provide additional protection to any one person, because everyone is equal in their eyes.

"What do you know?"

Azmodan finally stopped using those ridiculous "Hell Lord" style words to affect Bul-Katho's sanity.

"I don't plan to let you go out. As long as I exist for one day, you will have to stay in the dark soul stone for one day!"

Bulcaisel took a swig of wine.

"But I don't think I will be able to win after Malthael arrives."

"You mean we want to help you? Don't be ridiculous, I still remember the severe pain when my body was split open by you!"

Azmodan breathed a sigh of relief when he said this.

If Bulcaisel just wants to face the common enemy with them, there is no need to worry.

"What you are afraid of is this tattoo on my body, right? At least this is one of the reasons why you are afraid."

Burcasso suddenly wanted to eat meat. Usually he had no interest in food.

"You don't need to answer, I know that you won't tell me the truth. But do you think I will fail?

I have only failed once in my life, and that was when I faced the invasion of the rules of death. And now that you and I are symbiotic, if I see Malthael again, the power of death will only act on you. And you will not die. "

Bulcaisel continued.

The existence of the Dark Soul Stone embedded in his forehead was only a last resort.

If he had not been teleported to this new world, he would still have had one last way to deal with Malthael.

The ancestral spirits on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath could enter the Dark Soul Stone and bear the erosion of the power of death for him.

And Bul-Kathos only needed to get rid of Malthael before the ancestral spirits were annihilated by death.

Although the situation at that time was just an illusion, no one knew whether Bul-Kathos could succeed.

But as Bul-Kathos said, he had never failed in his life except facing death.

When Malthael's death had no effect on him, then Malthael was just another great demon.

Bul-Kathos had never failed in a battle outside the rules, even if the enemy was the embodiment of the rules.

"You were going to use those ancestral spirits to bear the death?"

Azmodan finally couldn't help but speak.

"If the Dark Soul Stone hadn't exploded, what would you have done?"

"The ancestors would have died for me, and I would have killed Malthael, and then let him and you stay in this small cage with the ancestors."

"The Barbarian Ancestor, the Demon King of Hell, and a crazy angel, staying in a small cage, and then fighting endlessly, even if you are crazy, we will not let any of us escape?"

Azmodan was a little creepy when he said this.

This was not the first time they were imprisoned in the Dark Soul Stone, so they knew very well that in the Dark Soul Stone, power itself was something that did not exist.

The only thing that determines whether one is strong or not in the cage is the will.

Azmodan couldn't help but feel fear when he thought of the Barbarian Ancestors who had existed for thousands of years because of an obsession, and Malthael who had gone completely crazy to destroy the demons.

"You are crazy."

Azmodan said this to Bul-Kathos.

Andariel still didn't realize what Bul-Kathos and Azmodan were communicating.

"When I chose to split my soul, I was already mad. When I saw the wise king of Canduras, trying his best to restrain his powerful strength and let me break his bones bit by bit, I went crazy!

And this madness was given by you!"

Bul-Kathos responded to Azmodan's words with a roar.

How powerful is the Skeleton King Leoric?

As long as he chooses to leave his palace, he can turn all the living into the dead and confuse the boundary between life and death!

As long as he follows the power, Leoric can put his hideous scepter into Diablo's PY!

But he is Leoric after all.

After becoming a blasphemy of life, Leoric is still Leoric!

The wise king of Canduras!

The father of the Dark Wanderer!

The great king who gave humans a piece of land to live on!

Before seeing the sober Leoric, no one would understand what kind of choice this mad king made at the time.

And Bul-Kathos just made a choice in front of the wise king of Canduras!

A noble sacrifice.

That's all.

"Leoric, that was caused by Diablo!"

Azmodan failed to find that his voice was full of fear.

The Lord of Hell is the most sober and the coldest.

But they are never fearless!

Facing Bul-Kathos's arrogance and madness, Azmodan felt that he was even more helpless than when his power was devoured by Malthael.

The "power" he once prided himself on was like a trembling little white mouse in Bul-Kathos's anger.

"But all the tragedies are caused by you. Lord of Hell, the Lord of Sin! Azmodan!

The cruel smile you had when Canuk smashed into your chest, the joy you had when you commanded the demon army to bring grief to the barbarians!

Now they will become your fear in front of the barbarians' hunger and anger!"

Bul-Kathos roared with anger, and then his emotions gradually calmed down.

"I will continue. I have made a decision. I will release Leoric at all costs! Let him tell you his crazy thoughts in the Dark Soul Stone!"

"I will smash Malthael and let that idiot know! Humans are not toys that he can play with! Nor are they vassals of the devil!"

"I will lock you all in my will, and then let you wail in endless fighting!"

"Even if I die, I will let the person I choose inherit my will and let you scream out forever!"

Bul-Kathos's roar dissipated in the wind, and no one heard his voice.

Imprius, who was far away on Mars, cast his eyes on Bul-Kathos, and the light wings of courage were emitting a scorching glow!

And Dr. Manhattan followed Ithriel's sight and cast his eyes on Bul-Kathos.

Dr. Manhattan didn't know what Bul-Kathos was thinking, but just watched quietly with doubts.

"Bul-Kathos, you won't succeed!"

Azmodan roared fiercely.

But this time Bul-Kathos did not respond to him.

Andariel had lost the ability to speak.

She was completely frightened by Bul-Kathos's hatred for the Hell Lord.

Bul-Kathos's crazy idea was enough to scare every Hell Lord.

If it weren't for the teleportation caused by the explosion of the dark soul stone in Masail's body, these hell demons might have fallen into the nightmare that Bul-Kathos had planned long ago.

Bul-Kathos didn't know when Masail would arrive, nor what Masail would look like when he arrived, and how powerful he would be.

But Bul-Kathos had never been afraid, because he had never been completely defeated!

"You won't succeed! You won't!"

Azmodan kept saying this, and now the existence forced into a desperate situation was no longer the barbarian Bul-Kathos.

But these hell demons who had lost their freedom!

Every defeated hell demon would know this desperate news from their brothers.

Every hell demon who once represented terror would be uneasy in the fear of Bul-Kathos!

"Is this world friendly to humans?"

Bul-Kathos whispered, and he didn't intend to get any answer.

After seeing the death of this world, he knew that there were also high gods in this world, just like Masail, a bastard.

Bul-Kathos was thinking about the thoughts of those beings.

What does a death that is not good at fighting mean?

It means that there are more than two gods who are good at fighting protecting Death!

Only in this way can it be explained that Death, as the top rule, is not good at fighting.

Because the battle was taken over by the existence that protected her!

Bul-Kathos was thinking about how to give humans the "freedom" they deserve. The fate of mankind should not be controlled by other beings, even if they are gods!