305 Iron Man Is Upgrading (10,000 Words Chapter)

Two more days passed, and nothing major happened during these days.

If Tony's new breakthrough in research can be considered a big event, then it can probably be regarded as one.

"So you're going to find someone to try your new toy on?"

Rumlow looked at Tony in front of him with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.

Today is a rare good day, and Rumlow plans to go to the Holy Mountain to challenge the secret realm.

He went back yesterday, but unfortunately he did not achieve his goal.

When he found Tarik, the guy rejected Rumlow's request to enter the secret realm with an unhappy look on his face.

The Proof of Shame in Tarik's hand also became a little different, which made Rumlow a little concerned.

But no matter who I asked, I didn't get a clear answer. It seemed that all the ancestors were reluctant to mention this matter.

"You are the strongest opponent I can find, of course I mean an opponent I can fight."

Tony said lightly, wearing a brand new bracelet on his hand.

He waved his hand deliberately in front of Rumlow, as if he was deliberately showing off.

"I remember that our relationship didn't seem to be as good as this. If you want to fight, go to Luke or Matthew. If not, you can go to Rorschach. I think you should have the whereabouts of all of us. "

Rumlow seemed a little careless, and he had already completed a test in his words.

In this age where mobile phones are everywhere, what a scientist can do may be beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Moreover, the artificial intelligence butler named "Jarvis" is something that has been put on the table.

"I'm not going to interrupt Luke and Jessica's date, today is when that show begins."

Tony twitched his mustache in a funny way. He had sponsored Luke's two tickets to the Broadway show.

In exchange for this, Luke would help him once in the future.

Of course, Tony also prepared a lot of things, and he was able to get a lot of interesting things from Luke.

For example, the toys forged by Bulcaisel are displayed in his laboratory.

This is something Luke can do within his authority as a store clerk. At least when selling things to others, Luke can instinctively feel which piece of equipment is of higher quality.

To this end, Tony bought a Ripper Scythe as a gift for Luke.

Luke is not so despicable as to use this as a threat, and he will not do anything to enrich his own pockets.

This was a normal business transaction, and he put a cent of the money he earned in Bulkesso's drawer without touching it.

"You use this to bribe him? I don't think Luke and Jessica can understand the performances that the big shots like. Of course I can't understand either."

Rumlow felt a little irritable.

He felt a little strange recently, as if his brain was trembling and he always wanted to sleep.

Usually when he feels like this, something bad is definitely waiting for him.

The last time he was pushed to the floor and beaten violently by Madoc, even after he drank the potion, he still couldn't get over it.

He had some doubts as to whether pain counted as injury.

"Okay, don't say these useless things. I don't have much to give you here. Besides, I don't think you want to be materialistic."

Tony was a little slow after speaking, and he couldn't remember what to use as reward for Rumlow.

"How about I give you cash? I heard that you are constantly making money to atone for your sins. I think I can still help you in this regard."

"Do you think I'm a desperate person? If you have the heart, just do charity yourself. I'm not in the mood to fight you."

Rumlow rejected Tony's request. He went directly to his bedroom and planned to have a good sleep.

He doesn't plan to go out today.

"I can help you become stronger. At least the combat power that technology can provide is not what Bulkesso and the others can achieve."

Tony finally said something interesting.

Perhaps what Rumlow still cares about now is how to become stronger.

Although he is now confident that he can easily solve the troubles that he could not solve before, he is still a little uneasy facing Hydra.

Because this was so familiar, it made him worried all the time.

"You mean the metal armor on your body? Stop making trouble, I can easily break those metal toys."

Rumlow said this while staring at Tony closely.

It seemed that he wanted to hear something different from Tony's mouth.

"I am Iron Man, and this metal armor is me? No one can separate us? Don't think about it. But I can give you some interesting gadgets.

You don’t plan to kill the enemy every time you fight, do you? I think you need something small and discreet that's not lethal. "

Tony picked up the hand with the bracelet and gently put it on Rumlow's shoulder.

A burst of electricity that could make ordinary people lose consciousness instantly swept through Rumlow's body.

"That's it? Then I might as well get a Taser."

Rumlow smoothed his hair. The feeling of electric shock all over his body was a little uncomfortable. His scalp was numb.

The electricity Tony used made no sense to Rumlow.

Really, maybe a Taser can do this level of current better? And even if it doesn't have a small piece of paper with a serial number in the bullet, it's not difficult for Rumlow to get it at all.

"You have to know that the precious thing is not the current, but that I used the current without any damage. This is something that even Tesla can't do."

Tony released his hand on Rumlow's shoulder and raised it in front of Rumlow, shaking it.

It didn't look like there was any protection on it.

"I think people like you won't ignore the damage of electric current, right? It's just a matter of strength? And I can let you use electric current in battle, so that your opponent will definitely tense up his muscles and cause his movements to be distorted. Isn't this useful? invention?"

Tony said slightly proudly.

This bracelet is the last technology he has fully mastered in the Cyberman body.

A completely new way of using energy and complete control over this energy.

The Cyberman's body is conductive, but when using this current, it will not damage the brain, which is still a human being.

This is due to that completely different way of manipulating energy.

"I think it's useless? I'm going to bed? Remember to close the door for me when you leave."

Rumlow left the living room without interest and went to the bedroom to sleep silently.

Tony's invention is indeed useful. As a powerful race on the technological side, the Cybermen's technology has long surpassed ordinary civilization.

But the use of electricity is not the strongest point of Cybermen.

The power of Cybermen lies in unlimited upgrades!

Tony left Rumlow's house silently with a smile on his face.

Has he achieved his goal? Jarvis recorded Rumlow's reaction to the electric current, and his next goal is to upgrade his armor.

The Cybermen's brains only maintain the concepts of "people" and "race"? What really dominates them is the ever-upgrading intelligence!

And Tony has successfully extracted the most original template. Although he is still very weak now? But as he experiences more things, it is only a matter of time before he becomes so strong.

"Jarvis? Help me collect how many people Rumlow has to pay off his debts? How many jobs can Stark Group provide. Then send an invitation to those poor people who are still alive but without jobs."

Tony clicked on the earphone and said.

It's true that giving cash directly doesn't make sense to Rumlow.

Those who have been hurt need a chance to live again? And this is the reward Tony gives Rumlow.

"By the way, tell Pepper, we are also going to watch a show on Broadway tonight. I think Luke wouldn't mind helping Jessica pay off some of her sins."

Tony walked out of Rumlow's apartment with a somewhat triumphant step, and then soared into the sky.

A crowd of people were left exclaiming as they watched his flying figure.

The first step to becoming strong is naturally to start with acquaintances.

Although the "anti-barbarian armor" is already in the development process, he still doesn't have much confidence in it.

…

"Matthew, who are you going to see now?"

Angel was sitting on the sofa in Matthew's office and talking very casually. The burning lady's cigarette in his hand made the office with little ventilation a bit choking.

"I don't know. Whether it's Luke or Rumlow, I believe they will not be Kingpin's opponents. The only ones who can help us now are Rorschach and Thor."

Matthew's tone was hesitant.

For the past time, he had been thinking about who to ask for help.

According to his experience, Rumlow and Luke could not play much role in the battle with Kingpin.

And he didn't dare to trouble Bulkesso. He felt like a child who dared not tell his parents when he was in trouble, although he knew that the right thing would be helped by his parents.

It's just that he felt that Bulcasso might not intervene at all.

It can only be said that people with delicate minds are somewhat hypocritical.

"Then why don't you go find them?"

Angel said lazily, and moved his whole body back, completely sinking into the cheap sofa.

"I can't find them. If I want to teleport to each other, I need a battle flag as a medium. It's just that I haven't reached the qualifications to obtain the battle flag."

The nephalem who want to teleport around each other need battle flags as guidance. Each battle flag is the beginning of a legend.

Among the current Holy Lords, only Rorschach is on the verge of qualifying for a battle flag, but there is no battle flag after all.

"So we're just going to do nothing?"

Angel closed his eyes and moved further into the sofa.

Apparently the cheap couch made her uncomfortable.

"I'm thinking that Spider-Man's injury will probably take some time to recover. Before that, we still have time. Kingpin seems to have no intention of looking for us at all. I don't know what he has been doing recently."

Matthew's voice was filled with worry.

And the Jin Bin he was worried about was now constantly showing his face in front of the leaders of the underground forces, constantly trying how to make these people give birth to high-quality fear.

Kingpin didn't have much idea about this matter, so he could only keep trying, like a pervert.

It might be more appropriate for Odin to do this kind of thing, after all, he has a face that can eat people.

Kingpin didn't seem to have any talent in this matter. He didn't need to bring fear to others.

When creating fear changed from a means to an end, the underworld emperor didn't know what to do for a while.

"It seems like today is another day of doing nothing, and I think it's not bad to continue like this. But don't you have that magical bottle of medicine? Why don't you give it to Spider-Man?"

Angel's voice suddenly became lazy.

Matthew and Spider-Man are afraid of Kingpin, but Angel has no feelings.

After seeing Satan being held in someone's hand like a mallet and Mephisto being deceived like a fool, she felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

The less one knows, the happier one is. This is simply the truth.

At least the wage earners won’t have to worry about the bond crisis, unless they are trapped in finance and have to work for a living.

Angel looks a bit like a salted fish now.

"That's a treasure that can make an upright person have evil thoughts. I can't take the risk. Besides, I'm not familiar with him. What's more, he's not that bad that he will die if he doesn't use the medicine bottle.

The most suspicious thing now is that Kingpin had absolutely no intention of causing trouble, which was unusual. "

Matthew was still thinking about it. He couldn't figure out what Kingpin was planning.

After truly feeling the suffocating fear, Matthew couldn't calm down.

"How about we call the paranormal expert? He disappeared after I left him on the road last time. It was just in time to see if he was dead."

Angel took a deep drag on the cigarette, and her look made people worry about her lifespan.

The posture as if he was trying to suck everything into his lungs looked a bit awkward, and even his expression became a little ferocious.

She just mentioned it casually about the medicine bottle, but she didn't really want to ask more questions.

"Constantine? What can he do? He is just an ordinary mage. He may not even be able to speak in front of Kingpin."

Matthew suddenly remembered the way Constantine held his belly and said dirty things, and couldn't help but frown a little.

He didn't have much favorable impressions of Constantine.

"At least that guy won't feel scared, nor can he even think calmly in front of fear."

Angel opened her eyes suddenly and said to Matthew. She wanted to remind Matthew that his condition was not normal.

"Maybe we need this 'professional' person."

Matthew looked painful and covered his face, leaning on the back of the hard chair.

It's not that he doesn't have money to buy himself a sofa, but he doesn't want to appear too relaxed when facing those poor people.

"By the way, do you have his contact information?"

Angel asked. She gave Constantine's business card to Spider-Man, and she couldn't contact the guy now.

"Apparently not."

Matthew said weakly.

But he doesn't have to worry about this anymore.

Because Constantine has already appeared in New York and is currently negotiating with Spider-Man about charging fees.

"Okay, Spider-Man! Let's each take a step back. I only want five thousand dollars! You can't let me lose the money for my plane ticket."

Constantine said in an indifferent tone, but judging from his expression, he took the tariff issue very seriously.

After hell closed all contact with the human world, he hadn't received a job for a long time.

Only when he could only eat cheap cup noodles did he realize how cute those demons were.

So he did not hesitate to borrow a sum of money to buy a plane ticket to solve the problems he encountered.

"You know, he's a vigilante and he doesn't have that much money.",

Spider-Man said angrily.

His hood was washed, and even he couldn't bear the strong smell of blood on it, so he could only put on a hood that would lead to direct questioning by the police, and then put on a Spider-Man mask and appeared in Kangxi. In front of Standing.

"Damn it, so I can't even afford a plane ticket back? Then why didn't you tell me on the phone that you were a poor man."

Constantine said a little irritably, waving the cigarette randomly in his hand.

“You know I don’t even have money to eat, let alone I have to spend money to buy cigarettes! I don’t want to be locked up in a dark room and wait for your police to send me back!

Rather, the creditors I met after being sent back gave me more headaches! "

Constantine became completely furious.

"I just heard that you are a professional and wanted to consult. You came after you asked for the address without thinking. I didn't even have time to explain the question clearly."

Peter Parker had a headache.

His life has not been very good recently.

Because of his injury, he had no time to find a place to take a selfie, so the income from the Daily Bugle was gone.

As a non-staff reporter, he relied on selling news for a living. After the injury, even ordinary walking was a bit difficult.

"Okay, okay, why don't you let me, a professional who comes to help, work hungry? You should have the money to pay for my lunch, right?"

Constantine said impatiently.

His stomach was already complaining to him, the gurgling sound in his intestines constantly reminding him that it was time to eat.

"I know a good pizza place, I'm going to call him right now."

Spider-Man took out a very old mobile phone and dialed it very skillfully.

"Hello, two nine-inch pizzas, please deliver them as soon as possible. I will text you the address."

Spider-Man's series of movements are very smooth, indicating that this is really a store he always patronizes. It went so smoothly that the boss opposite didn't have time to speak. Perhaps he was a little wary of Constantine and didn't want to have the slightest chance of exposing his identity.

He quickly put down the phone, selected the last text message he sent, and clicked Resend.

Then moments later his other phone rang. Carrying two phones is a little habit of his, after all, he has an identity that is not so visible.

"Peter Parker! You are absent from work today! Do you still want this job as a food delivery boy?

Now and immediately! Get your lazy bones moving! Come to the pizza shop immediately, and you will deliver this pizza to the customers within thirty minutes! "

All right……

Spider-Man's cell phone is also cheap, the type that makes any sound loud.

"Hmm? Peter Parker?"

Constantine said with a weird smile.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't intend to use your identity to threaten you. Besides, weren't you asking for my help?"

Constantine waved his hand, trying his best to dispel Spider-Man's hostility.

Of course Spider-Man would not answer the call so rashly, this is some of Constantine's tricks.

Although this guy is generally a hero, he has never been very particular about his behavior.

"Okay, I didn't expect Spider-Man to actually need a job as a delivery boy. How do you deliver food? Do you also use spider silk to fly from the top of the building?"

Constantine sat directly on the only bed in Spider-Man's cabin, fell down and lay down unceremoniously.

"Then I'll wait for you to deliver our pizza. I think the takeaway delivered by Spider-Man himself might taste a little unusual?"

Constantine simply closed his eyes and stopped talking nonsense to Peter Parker.

Now he is the leader. After knowing Spider-Man's identity, he can ask Spider-Man to do many things for him.

And you don’t have to worry about the other party killing someone and silencing them. There is no tool more useful than this.

Even the powerful demons in hell are no match for a superhero goon.

Safety, reliability and courage to sacrifice.

I couldn't ask for a better teammate.

If there is a chance to connect with the devil again, then he will definitely take Spider-Man to solve those problems.

After all, Spider-Man is a hero and doesn't need a salary at all.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are annoying?"

Peter Parker looked at Constantine lying on his bed with wide eyes and took a few steps forward.

"What, what are you going to do with me on your little bed? I don't care, but first, I want to be on top. Remember to pay me when you're done."

Constantine didn't even open his eyes, and a series of words made the simple Peter Parker have veins on his forehead.

"You better be a professional like you said you were!"

Peter Parker slammed the door and left.

By the way, Constantine's business card was hung on the wall with spider silk, which was regarded as an insignificant threat.

After Spider-Man left, Constantine opened his eyes, looked at the business card swaying with the spider silk, and showed a smile.

"I almost forgot, you still owe me a ticket. Angel."

Constantine suddenly felt that he had found a meal ticket for this period of time. Angel left him on the road and he encountered a lot of troubles. A few meals wouldn't be too much, right?

But he didn't remember at all that he had stolen Angel's power, or in other words, he remembered it, but he didn't care much.

After all, the farther away you are from that dangerous world, the safer you are.

After all, the more ignorant you are, the happier you are.

Constantine felt as if he had done Angel a big favor. After all, the church was never a good place.

This was clear from the time they sold indulgences.

"Of course I am professional, but this matter may not be something that you and I can solve with our two lives.

Let me think about it, what did that prophecy say?

Will Thor and Orochi die together? If Kull hadn't turned into a serpent, where would this prophecy have gone? "

Constantine muttered quietly.

After Spider-Man described Kingpin's markings to him on the phone, the knowledgeable necromancer already understood what Kingpin had become.

Lord Tianhammer is not a secret to him.

Constantine knew many, many secrets, but he rarely told them.

Knowledge is the most powerful power of a mage, but knowledge sometimes seems a little weak.

After all, most of the things he knew were not very decent spells.

Constantine is a wild mage. He doesn't have any powerful attack spells, so he has to test back and forth on the edge of danger.

After the incident in London, he had already tried to learn the spells of the Supreme Mage lineage.

But it's a pity that he never got the point.

Perhaps the forcibly completed soul caused some deviation in his connection with "self".

Even though he tried to divide his soul again, he was unable to get rid of that power from his body.

The power that comes from Angel is called a blessing, but it's more like a curse.

Foreign things are not very safe most of the time, and Constantine knows this very well.

…

"Well, you still have a lot of time together. At least I won't let you brothers separate again soon."

Ancient One said while looking at Thor and Loki who were slightly hostile to her in the sanctuary.

"The reconstruction of Asgard has begun with the help of SHIELD. Obviously those guys don't care about dignity.

I have to say that many times they do a good job from a human standpoint. "

Those Asgardians who were in trouble have settled down with the help of SHIELD. It has to be said that Tyr calmed down a little after meeting the Ancient One and Thor.

At least they no longer intend to use pure fear to dominate humans to serve them.

Perhaps under the threat of Ancient One, he chose to develop slowly.

The remaining 10,000 people in Asgard are his fear farm. He first lets the leeks in his own field grow vigorously, and then slowly thinks about how to expand the farmland.

After all, Diavolo is not as impatient as the original Kull, and some time is not worth caring about for him.

Or the Dread Demon is eager to appear again after gaining power beyond Bulcaisel.

"Then I would venture to ask, what do you think of the Asgardians?"

Loki spoke calmly, but obviously he had his own ideas.

Loki, known as the God of Mischief, obviously doesn't put everything in his face, which is why Thor can successfully affect his IQ.

You must know that it is impossible for a person with a low IQ to go deep on the path of a mage. Loki will only be forcibly reduced to intelligence when facing his brother who has been with him for thousands of years...

"I don't care about one more country on the earth. I am not the guardian of a certain country or a certain party."

Ancient One saw what Loki meant and said this.

What Loki wanted to ask was not whether Asgard could exist on Earth, but what the Ancient One thought of the succession of Asgard's throne.

And Gu Yi gave his own answer, which was "Your own affairs are none of my business, just do whatever you want."

"Loki, the Supreme Mage will not be involved in too many things. Asgard will continue well on earth. I believe that our brother, Tyr, can do all this."

Thor looked at his brother and spoke in a very sincere tone.

But his words made Loki want to slap him.

Loki still remembers what he and Thor said before, and he will do whatever it takes to make Thor sit on the throne of Asgard.

But the bastard handed Mjolnir over to Tyr in the blink of an eye.

"Can Tyr afford your Mjolnir?"

Loki asked, suppressing the twitching of the corners of his mouth.

Thor recalled the scene when he met Tyr:

"My father seemed to have given Tyr the strength to lift Mjolnir. At least when I saw him, he was holding Mjolnir, although he soon let go."

"Obviously, my father did not make Tyr the heir."

Loki's eyes were almost red:

"You are the God of Thunder! You are the master of Mjolnir, the next king chosen by Odin, and you just gave up your inheritance right like this!?"

"Loki, don't say that. Tyr can do a better job than me. He has been in charge of Asgard's affairs for thousands of years, which is longer than our age. Trust Tyr, he will let Asgard's glory is restored."

Thor kept trying to comfort his somewhat angry brother, with a somewhat doting tone in his voice.

"You! Me! Fuck!"

Loki burst out three words after a while, and his violent emotional fluctuations were fully revealed through these three words.

"The communication between your brothers can continue after I leave. Now I have something to do. Thor, remember to find me when you return to Harrogath. I will come back and continue to teach Loki."

Gu Yi thought the conversation between the two brothers was very funny, but it seemed a bit impolite to laugh out loud.

So after saying this in a hurry, he opened a golden portal and ran to the gate of Harrogas and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! What did Odin teach these brothers? This is so funny!"

When Gu Yi smiled, his eyebrows relaxed.

The traces of time have faded a bit. The aura that was originally like the calm water in an ancient well was a little more alive.

Then she saw Anderson, who looked like an iron can facing her.

Anderson couldn't see his expression through the full-face helmet, but Gu Yi knew that the expression would definitely be a little weird.

So after coughing twice, he walked towards the cliff behind the Elder's Temple as if nothing had happened before.

After Gu Yi walked away, Anderson's muffled voice sounded, as if he was talking to himself.

"Is this the Supreme Mage? How did the previous Supreme Mage choose her? I thought the Supreme Mage would be more majestic, but this is too bizarre."

Anderson shared some of the work of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain among the three ancestors. Most of the time, he stood in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain like a sculpture without saying a word.

Thanks to him, the three ancestors had more time to move freely.

"The Supreme Mage is also a human being, why can't he have emotions?"

Madoc appeared next to Anderson with a brand new sadness, and asked with some doubts.

"As long as there are thoughts, there are emotions. As long as you can weigh the pros and cons, then hatred and joy will follow you. Even if the Prius is angry, even Tyrell will be disappointed. How can you have such bizarre thoughts?"

As the only subordinate of Imprius for so many years, Madoc was a little curious about Anderson.

“I used to only learn about gods from books.”

Anderson stood there without making any movement.

"Who wrote that book? Is it God's diary? Who writes a diary for a serious person?"

Madoc was quite interested in this topic.

While alive as a prophet, Madoc had a unique perspective on everything.

"It seems not."

Anderson's expression twitched under his helmet.

Was the Bible written by God Himself? This is clearly not the case.

This is probably the record of God's deeds by believers. At least Anderson is very sure that the story written in the Bible is not the story of Imprius...

“That’s not it. Believers need a perfect God to place their faith, and God should be as perfect as possible to receive faith.

If your god was always swearing and addicted to alcohol, would you believe in him? "

Madoc said with the tone of someone who has been through this before.

This is why barbarians never believe in any one god, and why they never blindly believe in the Immortal King.

Hell, who wouldn't want to believe in a bad-tempered Jiu Mengzi?

Or who would believe in a rude guy whose thoughts are filled with "I am the strongest!", "Beautiful women", "Having children", "Don't run away, you scum!"?

Warusk is such a guy.

Barbarians will only follow the strongest leader, constantly spraying weapons and blood for survival and justice, and sometimes spitting together.

Cassius is one of the best.

"So God doesn't exist?"

Anderson asked in a searching tone.

"God exists, but there is no perfect existence in the world."

Leoric suddenly appeared in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.

He had just been thrown out of the Temple of the Elders by Bulcaisso, who had had enough of him.

"Skeleton King? I heard those souls tell you stories, you are great."

A familiar bayonet appeared in Anderson's hand.

"Because of my 'greatness', you plan to fight me here? Although I am no match for those monsters, you are still far behind. Even the Prius can't do anything to me."

Leoric's jawbone kept moving as he spoke, as if he was provoking.

"I've just become accustomed to inhuman existence. I know you are not an enemy."

Anderson silently put away the bayonet, and then drew a long gun from behind.

This was the reward Bulkesso gave him for looking after the door.

The Sky Messenger is a legendary imitation, forged by Bulqessor, and can be regarded as an ancient legendary weapon.

The original Sky Messenger was a legend discovered during the Battle of Evermark.

It is unknown who created this legend.

But it was filled with demonic blood and traces of battle.

As a dependent of Imprius, Anderson's Sky Messenger suits him very well.

As a subordinate of the Archangel of Courage on earth, Anderson is a messenger conveying the will of the higher heavens.

Although there is only one archangel, Imprius, here in the high-level heaven now, it won't be long.

The high-level paradise is very close to this world, and Bulcaisuo can feel that the huge building complex is slowly coming.

At that time, it will no longer be difficult to revive Auriel and Tyrell.

At least it's not like when the Prius revived, it didn't require the help of Bulcasso's power.

"You pulled out this spear and pointed it at me and said you didn't want to fight me?"

Leoric scratched his head with his hand bone and made a dull and unpleasant sound.

It's almost like scratching an old-fashioned glass blackboard with your fingernail.

"I am a subordinate of the Archangel of Courage. For you, I will uphold the will of Imprius."

Anderson pointed the Sky Messenger at Leoric and spoke calmly.

"Because Prius doesn't fight every time he sees me."

Leoric had a headache, it was straight to his bones.

It's not that he's afraid of Anderson, it's that he doesn't want to have any battles on Harrogas, the barbarian's sacred mountain.

As long as the Skeleton King doesn't concentrate on restraining his power, that cold aura will sweep over him.

Bulcaisel had warned him twice to be more honest on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

Everything is a matter of personal importance. Leoric could not guarantee that after his actions were regarded as provocations three times, Bulcaisel would be furious and stuff his skeleton into the Dark Soul Stone.

A sane Skeletor cannot fight Diavolo because he will be afraid.

But it is still possible to beat Andariel violently inside the Dark Soul Stone.

Apart from Diavolo, only Azmodan, who has mastered evil, and Mephisto, the King of Hatred, can suppress the Skeleton King a little bit.

But Azmodan has become a tattoo on Bulcaisel's back.

Mephisto is the only one left among the Hell Demons who can restrain Leoric, but the next target that Bulcasso will devour will probably be Mephisto.

Before Diavolo was completely dealt with, Leoric's value didn't seem to be that great.

"Yes, so I can talk to you properly now."

Anderson still pointed at Leoric with the Sky Messenger.

"I'm just expressing my attitude."

"Okay, weren't we discussing God just now? I still know something about God."

Madoc laughed and patted Anderson on the shoulder, then gave Leoric a "fuck off" look.

The current Madoc can probably only survive in Leoric's hands for a short period of time, but this is Harrogath, so Madoc is completely worthy of the Skeleton King.

"Madoc, you'd better never see me outside Harrogath. Or I'll break every bone in your body."

Leoric said harsh words to Madoc and then disappeared.

He went to the kingdom of death.

Although that death still gave him a headache, it was better than being "bullied" by these barbarians.

"It's best that none of you leave Harrogath!"

Leoric still said this when he appeared in the Kingdom of Death.

"Who made you angry? I'll help you bring their souls here so you can vent your anger."

Death's voice was full of expectation, as if he wanted Leoric to treat him differently.

"You? Cut!"

Leoric sat carelessly on the throne of death, supporting his head with his right arm bone and making a sound of disdain.

If only death might have gotten Bul-Katho into trouble before Bul-Katho devoured Azmodan.

So if Death shows hostility to the barbarians now, then Leoric will probably have to go to the Dark Soul Stone to find a way to save people.

The death of a world cannot disappear, that will make the world lose its balance.

Unless Bulcaisel swallows death and becomes the new rule of death.

But are there consequences in the minds of the enraged savages?

Leoric didn't think so.