$330 The Story of Vida and the Conspiracy of the Devil of Hell!

"Looks like my brothers did something to each other that amuses me, don't you think?"

Diavolo wore an old face like Kull's and spoke boredly to the annihilated shadow in front of him.

Annihilation tried to tell him some news, but it was anything but direct.

Diavolo used a method similar to guessing to explore annihilation to relieve his boring time.

"You never seem to feel sad for your brother?"

The shadow of annihilation is just a picture he projected onto Asgard. Communication is possible, but he cannot project his own power.

The will of annihilation was transmitted to Diavolo, with a little doubt.

Annihilation stepped aside a little, revealing the TV in front of him.

Diavolo could easily see everything that Bulcasso, Johanna, and Tyrael had experienced in hell from the position that Annihilation deliberately gave up.

When the scene of Baal's hand passing through Mephisto was staged, Diavolo's eyes flickered.

Seven Demon Kings?

Who cares about this kind of title?

Even the weakest Belial would not be willing to share it with others.

It's just that Diavolo didn't expect Barr's betrayal to come so quickly, and it was so fast that he couldn't react.

Is it possible for Heaven and Hell and the Nephalem to coexist?

It's possible.

In front of Malthael, the three parties had a strong enough and common enemy.

The premise is that Malthael can continue to be strong, instead of becoming a handful of ashes at a certain moment.

"Why be sad?"

Diavolo asked back, looking at Annihilation with a playful smile.

Annihilation was speechless.

Why do you feel sad?

I have lost a brother who has always been with me, and I can no longer find any trace of that person’s existence when I recall it. Why not feel sad?

The emotion of annihilation is not complicated, but it is not simple either.

"We are prepared for everything. There is only one winner."

Diavolo stood up and spoke to Annihilation in front of him.

On the road to becoming a God of Creation, there is only one winner, and all other beings can only become nourishment!

Even though Diavolo has not yet thought about what kind of world he will create after becoming the God of Creation.

A world filled with fear?

How is that different from his current field?

But what should be added?

Diavolo didn't bother to think about it. What he wanted to do most now was to get a chance to survive in front of Bulcaisuo!

The powerful barbarian was always rough in his dealings with demons.

Diablo didn't want to feel the feeling of that dull knife cutting flesh again. When his head was chopped off by Bulcaisu, Diablo felt fear for the first time.

Although he was afraid, it was the first time he felt the feeling of being enveloped in fear.

Complex and full of wonderful yearning.

Who can understand himself?

Living in fear, Diablo never realized fear like at that moment.

But he wasn't about to experience it again.

"So what do you think now?"

Annihilation said calmly.

He now has some ideas about Leoric, but he has not yet thought of a particularly good way to end the existence of the Skeleton King.

"I plan to get involved. Why can only two phantoms of the three demon gods appear in the secret realm where Harrogas guards the battle?"

Diavolo whispered.

He planned to give Bulcaisel a surprise and a heart-wrenching regret.

The Boundary Breaker and the Soul Destroyer are both on the holy mountain of Harrogath, and with the little things Baal has created, it is natural for Diavolo to get involved.

It's just that he needs to make a decision, that is, whether to expose his plan to Bulcaisuo.

Kuhl's identity is still useful, and the endless fear in the world is coming towards him.

However, the exposure of Kuhl's identity to Bulkesso also meant that this stage of silent development had passed.

He wasn't ready to face Burquetso yet.

"I only care about when you give me everything you promised."

Annihilation said silently.

The figure silently disappeared in front of Diavolo.

"The battle that destroyed Harrogath never lacked the shadow of Diavolo. Bulcaisso, are you ready?"

Diavolo muttered to himself.

Got a rough idea.

Bulcaisel and Tyrell's bet was already known to him.

What choice will Bulcaisel, who cannot intervene in this battle, make when facing Leah's soul to help the demons slaughter the barbarians?

Diavolo was looking forward to it.

Once Bulcaisel takes action, Tyrell wins.

So can the person of the Archangel of Justice still be in the hands of Bulcasso as promised?

Israel will not give up this opportunity, Diavolo is very sure.

…

"I said, what exactly is the secret realm?"

Spider-Man finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

His eyes looked at Matthew.

He still trusts Daredevil more than Crossbones.

"What is the secret realm? You will know after you enter."

Rumlow curled his lips and said.

The feeling of entering the secret realm for the first time now gave him chills in his heart.

Suddenly seeing a completely unfamiliar monster, all a person needs to do is to think of a way to kill the guy directly, and just hope that he will be lucky.

No one knew whether those strange monsters might have any dangerous methods, which would overturn the balance of the battle in an instant.

"Will you die?"

Spider-Man lifted the mask on the lower half of his face, eating barbecue and talking vaguely.

This is a question that goes to the core.

Matthew turned to face Spider-Man and nodded after a long moment.

"He's going to die."

Spider-Man didn't care.

No one wants to die, but death will never change its course because of a person's will.

He just wanted to know the extent of the danger in the "secret realm".

"Will you die? That would be great!"

Mr. Immortal Craig held his wrist and walked over vigorously.

"Mr. Immortal" is the nickname he gave himself.

Originally he was going to be called "Immortal Iron Fist", but he was severely despised by Cassius who took care of him by the way.

"Who is this?"

Spider-Man asked with some confusion, trying to get the answer from Rumlow or Matthew.

But the arrival of this immortal gentleman was not within the scope of the two of them.

"Hey, man! You can call me Craig! Of course, you can also call me Mr. Immortal. I've heard of your name. Good fellow New Yorker, Spider-Man!"

Craig loudly announced his name, which caused Spider-Man to make some weird moves.

Peter Parker muttered softly. It seemed that he would not be able to change his habit of talking nonsense for a while.

"The Great Lakes Avengers? That 18th-tier superhero team that received a letter from Mr. Stark's lawyer? Later it was renamed the Great Lakes X-Men?"

Spider-Man was a little dizzy.

He didn't know why these people who shouldn't have interacted with each other connected on this snowy mountain.

But this did not prevent him from having strong curiosity.

He had a conversation with Deadpool in his original world, and although he didn't come up with any results, it didn't stop Spider-Man from being very jealous of the Great Lakes Avengers.

No one wants to be like a villain in a funny cartoon, being defeated in various inexplicable ways.

That's all Spider-Man remembered.

"As long as you are human, you will die."

Rumlow said angrily as he poured two cans of beer into his mouth.

This can be considered some preparation before the battle.

He has looked away.

Either live and continue to atone for your sins, or die fighting on the road to atone for your sins.

As for those worldly desires, they were no longer in his thoughts.

"But I am immortal. I have not died since I was born until now!"

Craig said this.

"Hey man! What a coincidence! Me too! I haven't died since I was born!"

Constantine staggered over and spoke to Craig in front of him.

Of course, anyone who is alive today can say that.

But that doesn't mean that a person is immortal before death.

Constantine did not think that a person who could climb the sacred mountain of Harrogas would be a fool. Fools would not be recognized by barbarians.

Constantine felt that if this guy was truly immortal as he said, then Constantine would have a teammate he could recycle.

"What do you mean? I'm not kidding."

Craig said pointing to Constantine's nose.

He felt as if he had been subjected to strong malice.

"Of course I know you're not joking about this.

To be honest, I also know a few guys who claim to be immortal, but all of them have been dealt with. "

Constantine took out a cigarette and said, placing the cigarette in front of Spider-Man.

"Hey, Hao Lingju, help me light a fire."

He continued to talk to Craig with a weird smile:

"So have you ever tried putting yourself into a meat grinder? Or pouring yourself into a cement pillar? Sometimes immortality can only mean that you will endure more cruel things."

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

Spider-Man casually took out a still burning log from the fire and lit the flame for Constantine.

Constantine left a deep impression on him, so he subconsciously followed Constantine's request.

"Stop talking nonsense, I wonder if that means you are dead?"

Rumlow said in a stick-reading tone, already clenching the handles of the giant hammers in his hands.

Constantine was never likeable to him.

"I'm thinking!? I'm thinking again? You think and die every day. What do you get?"

Constantine shouted angrily.

Out of reverence for force, he kept a good distance.

"I thought, as long as the enemy is destroyed, what does the issue of life and death have to do with me?"

Rumlow said lazily and threw a beer can to Constantine.

"You can avoid death if you are afraid of death? Can you live if you are not afraid of death? That is all nonsense. Only at that moment will the real answer to the question of life and death be known.

Is it reluctance to leave this world full of pain, or is it the expectation for a new and unknown world? The answer will only come to you when you are dying. "

Rumlow was a little chatty.

There must be something to accompany you on the way to becoming stronger, otherwise what is the point of the lonely scenery?

Rumlow glanced at Craig, then closed his eyes.

He was not going to continue discussing these issues with a somewhat strange person.

"By the way, where is the pet you plan to give to Bulcasso?"

Matthew asked curiously.

The little husky didn't know where it was now, which made him slightly concerned.

"I was taken away by Banal, saying that he wanted to cultivate a group. He also asked me to go back and find a female dog so that the husky could give birth to a group."

Rumlow said a little naggingly, and then completely lay down on the snow.

Banal likes farming.

It's better to find something for him to do than to have him wander around constantly in his free time.

"I just wanted to ask what the secret realm was at first. Why did I get off topic to this place?"

Spider-Man felt a little awkward, so he complained.

"Peter Parker?"

A voice came, directly revealing Spider-Man's identity. Spider-Man's eyes widened and he looked at Constantine, who was hugging Craig in front of him.

Only Constantine knew his identity, and now someone called out his name.

This only led him to think that Constantine had told someone else.

Spider-Man has no acquaintances on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

"Is it really you?"

Jessica's voice came real, and beside her stood Luke Cage.

Jessica greeted Spider-Man with some excitement about meeting again after a long absence.

"Hello! Are you! Jessica Jones?"

Spider-Man responded to Jessica's greeting with some anger, and only recognized the figure when he turned his head.

The two of them were classmates in high school, yes, that Zhongcheng High School where many talented people were born.

Venom, Spider-Man and Jessica Jones all graduated from here.

There must be something wrong with this place, otherwise how could it breed a lot of superheroes?

"It's really been a long time. I haven't heard from you since graduation."

Jessica was a little overly excited, which made Luke on the side feel a little bit tasteful.

"Ah, yes! I'm not doing well..."

Spider-Man almost didn't know what he was saying.

Jessica Jones had a slight affection for Peter Parker, but this affection was cut off long ago after graduation.

"This is my boyfriend, Luke Cage. You may have heard of Wonder Man. We are discussing a wedding date."

Jessica patted Luke's chest and introduced Spider-Man.

Luke is a person worthy of her trust, Jessica is very sure of this.

The joy of meeting old friends after a long absence was quickly worn away.

High school life is not so wonderful for Jessica. The superpower born in a tragedy will always bring back some painful memories.

Especially this super power brought her an even more miserable life.

Jessica quickly became uninterested.

"It's all over, and soon we can say goodbye to that nightmare with our own hands."

Luke took Jessica's hand and whispered.

The dresses worn by Luke and Jessica had been damaged in the previous battle with the Purple Man.

After returning to the Holy Mountain, they thanked the kind-hearted Aunt Mara for giving them new clothes.

It just looks a little rough, like a bearskin that has been simply processed, but it's really comfortable to wear.

Jessica nodded, then smiled apologetically at Peter Parker.

"Welcome to Harrogath, Spider-Man."

Luke Cage greeted Spider-Man, and he felt something different from Jessica's previous excitement.

But the mature Luke is not going to make a fuss about it. He and Jessica have a common story, and every day from now on is their common story.

The future is far longer than the past.

As barbarians, as long as they did not die in battle, they had a long enough future.

"Ah, hello. But why are you here?"

Spider-Man has not yet recovered from the haze of his identity being exposed.

The barbecue in my hand was a little cold in the cold wind.

"We? We are savages, of course we are here."

Jessica said with some doubts, and put her hands in front of her by the way.

On her finger was the ring Luke gave her, and a diamond was shining.

Constantine narrowed his eyes, and he felt powerful energy from that ring!

Constantine needed this gadget to arm himself.

So he left his new friend Craig behind and walked over.

"Ugh? This ring always looks familiar to me?"

Constantine said in that somewhat annoying tone.

"Are you going to say what kind of stolen property this is next? Or is it the one you lost?"

Rumlow said this directly without opening his eyes.

Then Constantine was speechless.

"Save it, I'm more familiar with the dirty police routine than you are. You have to know what I used to do."

Rumlow still didn't open his eyes, but he knew it was better to keep them closed.

Otherwise, it would be bad to see some bloody scenes.

"I mean, the energy on this ring makes me feel very familiar. That diamond should be something from the mystical test, right?"

Constantine did not feel embarrassed at all, and continued to speak with a different set of words.

This helps to establish his personality as an expert in mysticism, and it can also bring back the wrong words he said subconsciously before.

"That was made by Burkeso with charcoal."

Luke said with a cold face.

Believe Constantine or Rumlow? This is not a question that needs to be thought about.

Luke stretched out his hand and pinched Constantine's shoulder.

The burly body made Constantine a little uneasy.

"Well, you have a girlfriend, right? And you are about to get married? Although I don't mind having another boyfriend, this can't be..."

"Pah!"

Constantine's chatterbox was stuffed back into his mouth by Luke before he finished talking nonsense.

"Good man, I remember that I seemed to have been hit like this last time and had a black eye."

Constantine fell to the ground and muttered, but he was laughing secretly in his heart.

This matter was covered.

Even if the habitual "trick" before was just a temporary fluency, it would only bring more hostility.

This is not good news for someone who is determined to find teammates.

The barbarians are a powerful force with a high upper limit and the combat power of the lower level is not less.

Constantine does not want to have a hostile relationship with these people.

"Ahem! Although I don't know how Burkeso made the diamond, the abundant energy in that diamond cannot be easily imitated."

Constantine intends to prove his worth. The knowledge of the mysterious test is the only thing that can impress these people.

Fighting is not just a frontal fight, but also includes various calculations and sinister curses.

Constantine is confident that he can provide considerable help in this regard.

"Balza, speak!"

Luke frowned and said to the head pendant on his waist.

"He's right, but I want to say that you should have used a little more force to blow Constantine's head off. Killing that guy is definitely a good deed for the people!"

Balza's head was freed from restrictions and he kept talking.

Luke hadn't asked him a single question since he got his head.

The long thought and loneliness were driving him crazy.

"Ouch? Old acquaintance. Can you still contact hell, Balza?"

Constantine asked, bending over and looking straight at the small pendant.

He hadn't contacted the demons in hell for a long time, as if they had never existed.

This made Constantine feel uneasy for a while.

The previous rash attempt outside the gate of Broadway almost killed him.

Constantine wanted to know what happened in hell.

And now, the only demon he could find was Balza, who was made into a pendant.

The head of Balza didn't speak because he didn't get Luke's permission.

Constantine had to shift his gaze to Luke's face.

"Speak."

Luke looked at Constantine in front of him, as if he wanted to know what made a person walk on the most dangerous edge and provoke all dangerous nerves.

A person who doesn't care about dignity or strength.

How can a person who seems to have more than just revenge in his heart have the glory of justice?

Constantine is complicated, and his position is unclear.

But what he always does is undoubtedly contributing to the world, even at all costs.

"Hell has been shrouded by things in higher dimensions. I'm just a pendant."

Balza hesitated for a long time before reluctantly saying what he knew under Luke's command.

Wayne, who was a little further away, looked at Constantine's back, as if he was going to remember this man deeply in his mind.

Constantine was a little weird, and his behavior was completely illogical.

This is not a madman.

Madmen also have Loki belonging to madmen.

Just like the madman with a pale face and green hair.

Madmen have logic, but this logic is crazy in the eyes of normal people.

But Constantine is not like this.

His behavior often seems inexplicable, as if there is some purpose, but the practice is completely incomprehensible.

Wayne thinks this person is very dangerous and needs to be observed carefully.

...

"Rorschach's Diary"

"Before, I met the incarnation of justice.

He told me that everything I insisted on was not a just choice. I was wondering.

By whose standard does justice measure everything?

Neither Burke nor Volusk told me this. They seemed to have concealed a truth, and this truth, they are encouraging me to continue to pursue it.

I don't understand why a truth needs me to witness it in person instead of being relayed by others?

Unless they can't do it.

Then why?

A secret about Burkesso, why would Burkesso choose to let me dig deep?

This is not a choice that ordinary people would make? What can they get from me?

The incarnation of courage pushed me away from the trial in front of them, and then greeted the anger of the barbarians with his body.

I don't understand why he did this, because compared to them, I am nothing but dust.

Am I Rorschach? Justice means never compromising! "

Rorschach curled up in a dark room.

He was writing in his diary with a charcoal pen he had sharpened by himself.

The ancestors on the Holy Mountain mocked him for keeping a diary more than once.

But he still went his own way, and over time, the ancestors stopped asking.

Rorschach's diary was not to leave anything for himself, but to leave something to the world after his death.

Justice should be forthright, nothing needs to be hidden in a haze.

Therefore, everything that is shady is unfair in Rorschach's eyes.

Even Rorschach's original face is unfair, the mask on his face is the face of "Rorschach".

He is just Rorschach's body, not Rorschach himself.

But now, he is a savage.

He can stand calmly in front of everything with his own face, and then swing a heavy hammer to smash the heads of those who have committed unpardonable crimes.

But he was still afraid.

A shaken spirit can give rise to many negative emotions.

Such as fear, such as hatred.

"Are you still writing in your diary?"

Vader's figure avoided the sight of other ancestors and appeared in front of Rorschach.

Rorschach put away the diary and charcoal pencils in his hand in a panic, and then looked at Vida in front of him quietly.

Vader, who now possesses a physical form, looks a little bleak, with a very dry face and high cheekbones.

There was a slight flinch on his lips, and in the open mouth he could see that he was missing two canine teeth for tearing.

The eye sockets were sunken, as if they had been suffering some kind of torture.

Such a face makes it hard to believe that he is the Vader who was always driving others away from before.

"Well, it looks like you weren't going to tell me that. But do you want to hear a story? A story about a guy who keeps a diary all the time."

Vida looked at the darkness in the room with empty eyes and spoke slowly.

"You know what I'm most afraid of hearing?

That was the voice of an old man. He would always say "Hero, please stay" in the slowest and most anxious tone.

Then tell a long story.

It's so long that no one can listen to the story completely while awake, I may be an exception. "

Vader smashed his mouth, then lifted up a square brick on the ground and took out a book from inside.

After flipping through it twice casually, the book turned into ashes in Vida's fingers, leaving nothing behind.

"A long time ago? Maybe not that long ago.

There is a warrior named Joe Ritz, who always likes to record everything he sees in his diary.

The diary contains profound thoughts and yearning for the future.

There are reflections on the war.

He would always see blood on his palms when he brushed his hands through his lover's hair. "

Vida spoke as if he was reciting a poem.

"Joriz heard a revelation about his fate from his lover one day.

He even saw the scene of the battle where he died tragically due to his fate through the eyes of his powerful wife, and recorded it in detail in his diary.

He began to think about what kind of power is destiny?

Joriz did not choose to give in because of the destiny. That battle was a war that the barbarians had to fight in order to fight for their living space.

Maybe it's the same for the other person.

Everyone has the right to survive, but what should we do when the rights of the two parties are in conflict?

Joe Ritz went against his fate and went to a fork in the road!

He didn't die in that battle, but he made everyone believe that he died there!

For this reason he made a deal with the devil! The bargaining chip is a soul given to him by his lover!

A soul with news about destiny!

Yes! Just like you thought! Warrior Joe Reitz succeeded!

He defeated fate!

But he will spend the rest of his life redeeming his lover's soul from the hands of the devil!

He died before the debt was repaid!

Only this diary is left!

Before his death, this diary fell into the hands of an annoying old man named Deckard Kane. Only qualified people can hear this story. "

Vader was still muttering quietly.

Rorschach felt something strange emerging from Vader's body!

That kind of hollow, weird kind of thing. It seems to be filled with resentment and guilt.

Rorschach could feel the disgusting feeling from Vader's body all the time.

It was like a slippery tentacle passing through the throat.

Like a crab's claws and pincers about to penetrate the wall of its own stomach.

"Joriz wanted to complete that deal just to get back a little bit of his lover's soul.

An incomplete soul cannot gain the power of a life. "

Vader stood up and stood in front of Rorschach.

His body, which was not so burly at first, suddenly swelled up.

The dry areas on his face swelled up as if filled with air.

"Now, my story is finished. Rorschach."

Vader looked at Rorschach in front of him, and Rorschach felt waves of coldness enveloping him.

"I don't care who chose me! But I am who I am!

Rorschach will never compromise."

Rorschach shouted as loudly as he could.

But the sound was still weak and only he and Vader in front of him could hear it.

"Jorriz, what is the name of the demon who made a deal with you!"

Rorschach asked with the loudest voice he could.

He needs the truth!

Even if he dies for it!

"His name is Azmodan!"

A flash of red light flashed in Vader's eyes!

The moment he rushed into the dark soul stone and used the power of the ancestors to shatter Azmodan's soul!

The pain and torture of the soul had already fallen on him!

Andariel did not help Bul-Kathos!

But at this time, she tried her best to corrupt Vader's soul!

Azmodan's sacrifice is worth it!

The devil of hell will wipe out Bul-Kathos's chance to reach the top!

Time and time again! Until Bul-Kathos's death!

Warrior Jorriz!

The only barbarian who escaped fate!

Thousands of years of love!

Thousands of years of self-blame!

Thousands of years of redemption!

These thousands of years have become the final bargaining chip to overwhelm him!