Dark Savages Come To the United States

"You mean, you plan to hand over the Time Stone to me?"

Bulkelso looked at Gu Yi in front of him and asked in a somewhat fucked tone.

Then he looked up at the sky, and it was time to distribute the rewards.

It's just that Bulkelso is a little bit uninterested now.

"Perhaps I can bring you a watch, and of course a clock."

Gu Yi looked at Bulkelso and said in a very peaceful manner.

Compared to holding the time gem by himself, maybe Bulkelso is more trustworthy.

When a person is too powerful to be limited, then the only thing that can limit him may be his morality.

At least for now, Bulkelso's morality is still guaranteed. Moreover, it is impossible for Jotun Kule to snatch anything from Bulkelso.

The ghost of a powerful ancient nephalem, and that's just a ghost.

Unlike the spirit of the ancestors who relied on everything on the holy mountain, even if he could move around unrestricted, he couldn't break through the current physical limitations.

The infinite power cannot be swayed in large quantities, otherwise it will hurt the fragile soul.

This situation sounds like a joke.

"Let me think about it first."

Burkasso glanced at Leko who was watching the show, feeling a little irritable.

When Andariel was still disturbing his thoughts before, he had never been so irritable like now.

Hasty decisions don't necessarily mean going forward, and rabbits that crash and die on tree stumps will appear by chance.

Compared with "dry TM", it is reasonable to think about it a little bit.

Just stop thinking about it.

"I think it's fine. I mean the clock part."

Lai Ko smiled and nodded towards Gu.

Her interruption made Bulkelso, who already had some headaches, even more uncomfortable.

Lai Ko expressed her attitude, which is very troublesome.

After all, ignoring Lai Ko's opinion is not a good choice.

What's more troublesome is that once someone questioned Leiko, that Canuck would definitely come out of some corner.

Canuck is more conscientious than a hound.

"I'm not a trash can, why do you always give these things to me."

Bulkasso stomped his feet in boredom, expressing his dissatisfaction to Volusk below the ground.

Thinking about it carefully, after he made the initial choice, it seemed as if he was being pushed forward by a pair of hands.

There doesn't seem to be much choice along the way.

On the way to become stronger, Bulkelso had no time to observe the scenery, and all he could see was disgusting flesh and stumps.

In that fucking world, every normal person who can still keep thinking is very precious.

There are guys who think too much and drive themselves crazy.

"Okay, I said nonsense."

Burkasso took a deep breath, then angrily took out Qualkek's bitter wine and poured it into his mouth.

Now he may be able to understand some of Qualkek's bitterness better.

There is no choice at all, unless you give up fighting and giving up your existence as a banner.

The ancestors knew very well that Bulkelso would not give up.

That's why I trusted him so far.

What can you get by giving up?

Maybe in the current world, giving up hard work can get a warm bed that won't blame or complain, but in Sanctuary, giving up is choosing the most miserable way of death.

As long as they are fighters, few will give up.

"I will send you a clock, and I think it would be a good choice to place it next to the Immortal King's throne."

Gu Yi said with a smile.

A tacit understanding between a mage and a barbarian.

The time gem cannot be thrown on the ground like a stone, there must be a container to hold it.

Watches are a good choice, and desk clocks are great too.

At least these things can stop Bulkelso from looking up at the sun or the moon to judge the time.

"Say it in advance! I won't sit on the throne every day like that guy. It doesn't matter whether it's day or night, whether it's hot or cold, as if there's nowhere else to go but the throne."

Bulkelso slapped his thigh and roared, spilling some of the bitter wine in the crock in his hand.

The bad wound on his body burst open again.

The strength he used was not small at all. If it hit Luke this time, he could only pray that the medicine bottle could be used just right.

Bulkhasso hadn't seen many such things as instant death, except being beaten to a pulp.

Even Rorschach could be rescued after being headshot.

Volusk is now a guy who can't be named, which is even more fucked up.

"No one will run wild on the throne of the Immortal King. Unless it is your child."

Lai Ko laughed dryly.

Look a little sad.

She thought of her own child, and that was another tragedy.

Lai Ko's children were brought up by others.

I haven't even tasted breast milk.

Because Jorez died in a hurry at that time, Leikou at that time could only drag the body that had just given birth to hold up the banner of the Bull Tribe.

Children are Lai Ko's pain.

It was also something that fate had shown in front of Leiko early in the morning.

"A shitty show, we're the actors."

There are some signs of bullshit in Bulkelso.

Somewhat bluntly, he took off the blood bottle from his waist and poured it into his mouth.

Then silently poured the last bit of bitter wine into it.

Burkasso narrated Lecco's anger, and stuck the mountain-splitting ax heavily on the ground.

The end of the ax was thick enough to hold Qual-Kek's bitters.

"Think of it as a memorial to Qual-Kek."

Bulkasso said in a faint voice.

It's just that the expression on his face is a bit complicated, and it's not an expression that would be shown simply to commemorate someone.

Perhaps bitterness can bring more aftertaste, or after ordinary bitterness, sweetness is easier to enter the heart?

Rest has never been more than a modified term.

Resting in peace also means passing away, and gradually no one will remember the person's name.

"Nice idea, transfers the risk to the savages."

Jotun Kule was floating high on the holy mountain, observing what happened below thoughtfully.

He didn't hide his gaze, and he believed that Bulkelso knew what he had done.

But the current situation is not too bad.

At least in the territory of the barbarians, Jotun Kule still has some face.

The power of the time gem, Jotun Kuller cares about it very much!

Even more than collecting the blood of the nephalem.

The original Bul-Kelso won't leave the barbarians, but when exactly will he show up?

Jordan Kooler was curious.

According to Jotun Keller's investigation, that guy is not a character who obediently entrusts everything to himself.

That kind of possessiveness may be much stronger than what Volusk has shown.

In another place in Harlowgas, Johanna looked at Steve in front of her with some curiosity.

Time must leave its mark on the things that exist, which is what her teacher once taught her.

Johanna could testify to this with the wrinkles that had formed on her face, and it was true.

But Steve can feel the traces of nearly a hundred years of time on his body, and his face and body are still young.

After being in contact with the human beings in this world, Johanna certainly would not use her inherent views to look at the human beings in this world.

Modesty is also a Crusader virtue. It's a pity that this kind of modesty will only appear in places that have nothing to do with fighting.

When fighting, this group always has an attitude of letting me come.

"What do you think is sublime, Steve?"

Johanna looked at Captain America in front of her, carefully observed the shields that had turned into pieces, and frowned.

The shields of the crusaders are mostly special tower shields, and the round shields are difficult to meet the combat needs of this group.

Besides, compared with flails and swords, shields are a bit weak as weapons.

Carrying out beliefs requires a little more brutal means.

"Sacrifice is noble."

Steve's tone was very peaceful, which reminded Johanna of the atmosphere in the Temple of the Brave.

Those guys sound like that most of the time.

"Noble sacrifice is the prerogative of the strong. When you are weak, accepting protection and doing what you can will make you do your best.

Steve, what do you do when you face a stronger enemy? "

Johanna asked curiously.

Even though Steve had her approval, the understanding was only just beginning.

Besides, Johanna learned about Steve being stepped on by Diablo from Bulkelso.

This can't help her not to worry.

People who are wrapped in fear and despair, it is difficult for outsiders to understand that feeling.

Perhaps at this time a piece of venlafaxine is more effective than the comfort of someone who cannot empathize.

"I will fight. After all, fighting only requires courage, not strength."

Steve looked up, his blue eyes seemed to be shining.

"Then tell me, what did you think when you faced Diablo?"

The power of the law has risen under Johanna's feet, and she is ready to give Steve a psychological treatment in a rough way at any time.

Roughness means pain, and it's not guaranteed to work.

Even within the Crusaders, they feel powerless about such things.

At the moment when the faith was shattered, it would have been a good result if everyone just kept silent.

In a world full of demons, there are not a few corrupted crusaders.

And they are more deadly than those demons with a relatively single attack method.

If there is any group that has the most corrupted people, it is probably the crusaders, paladins, and templars.

"I saw the mother and child I wanted to save, and I don't regret it. Although I'm still afraid."

Steve's voice remained firm.

Johanna was also a little relieved.

It's a red flag if Steve says he's never been scared.

As long as a normal person will feel fear when facing Diablo, it has nothing to do with whether he is strong or not.

Fear is an inherent rule of life.

"Then get stronger."

Johanna said so, and took out a heavy shield from her backpack.

Johanna's defense!

Abdul Hazel, that savage savage with a tongue, knew the shield's owner.

But it's a pity that the Johanna he knew was not the one in front of him, but this Johanna's teacher.

Abdul Hazel had always thought that the name Johanna was going to be struck off the Crusaders' rolls.

This shield is very strong, and it is also very suitable for the crusaders to use when they are weak.

The first three enemies hit by Blessed Hammer will receive 2.5 times the damage.

This shield is not an imitation, but the first piece of equipment given to her disciples by successive Johannas.

means inheritance.

As for the fellow Abdul Hazil, he was dead when Masail arrived.

Along with Scylla, who had escaped Sescheron's destruction.

There were no unharmed survivors in devastated Harrogath.

This is much more tragic than what the Temple of the Brave has experienced.

"Maybe you will also be named Johanna after I don't know how long. I'm looking forward to it."

Johanna said so, and stuffed the shield into Steve's hand.

"Perhaps I should teach you how to use the Hammer of Blessing. The training you need cannot be completed in a day or two. Fortunately, you still have time."

Johanna smiled, as warm as sunshine.

Of course, there is still time for recruits.

To these nephalem sacrifice is the privilege of the strong!

Before Bulkelso goes down, before Johanna goes down, before Reco goes down!

The nephalem will do their best to shelter these recruits who need to grow.

After experiencing a battlefield with the devil, the recruits should also lose the somewhat ridiculous title of "recruitment" and can be called warriors.

"Honestly, I don't like that I will be called 'Johanna' one day, I find it difficult to accept this name."

Steve twitched the corner of his mouth, and took over the inheritance from Johanna, who was younger than him.

This is a good wish.

After all, as long as Johanna is alive, he can always use the name "Steve Rogers".

The inheritance of the crusaders does not attach as much importance to bloodlines as the barbarians.

What they value is belief.

The nephalem's bloodline is nothing more than a key to unlock the door of power.

What the crusaders' secret realm obtained was not the gradually thickening blood of the Nephalem, but the agglomeration of the faith and power of the crusaders of all ages.

So the crusaders of Johanna's line are all called Johanna, even though they inherit the legendary suit of the crusader named Orena.

...

Loki appeared in New York lightly.

But this time he did not return to the sanctuary.

It's not that he has any opinion on the cow named Mike, even though that abominable cow has severely pressed his dignity as a "god" to the ground.

He has a plan grand enough to give the entire planet into the hands of the greater Titan Thanos.

After being thoroughly brainwashed once, Loki lost even the basic ability to distinguish.

In addition to the "cosmic balance" that was taken out as a torii, Thanos' purpose also has the idea of ​​bringing death and making death happy.

And now Thanos has a higher goal.

For example, collect six famous infinity gems to give the world a ruthless.

Whether he will feel lonely when he ascends to the strongest, it is better to wait until he actually sits on the supreme throne before thinking about it.

4,000 characters were completed, making up 10,000.

I'm stuck!

It's almost time for breakfast again.

I can't make a guarantee for today's update, but the guarantee of 6,000 words is unshakeable.

I have to adjust the time, so as not to become the kind of day and night upside down again...