Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Rumlow, survive."

Nick Fury's last words into Rumlow's headphones were this.

No matter what he said now, it won't help. They have already lost a team. If even Rumlow died in that place, then there is no real gain from this operation.

Whether it's the flesh and blood of those demons, or the magical equipment that Rumlow got, they are all very important things to S.H.I.E.L.D.

As for the mysterious mountain, it was ignored.

Although there are more secrets in it, SHIELD does not seem to be able to get any benefits from these guys.

Rumlow took off the earphones and threw them on the ground, and stomped hard.

At the same time, those red-skinned little troublemakers charged up with tattered weapons in their hands!

"Lakanishu!"

There was a ragged yell, and Rumlow started his fighting performance again.

The neat critical attack quickly killed these demons.

The fallen demons who lost the wizard also lost their fighting power.

In front of Rumlow who has been strengthened by equipment, these guys are no threat at all.

...

"Why do those guys yell 'Lakanishu'? Is this some kind of unique language?"

Although Jill couldn't see the picture, he could hear the movement over there.

Jill, who was still pale, asked Bulkeso.

"That's the name of the Fallen Demon King, just like the barbarians sometimes call my name when they are fighting."

Bul-Kelso's hand landed on top of Jill's head.

Speaking of this, Bulkelso couldn't help but flashed the memory of that battle in his mind, and the army of fallen demons that could not be seen as far as the eye could see made him a little boring.

Even the demon Lakanishu may not be much stronger than those ordinary fallen demons when facing Bulkelso, but he just persisted under his whirlwind for less than three seconds, and then turned into a demon. A cloud of blood mist dissipated along the strong wind.

It was a battle with no challenges other than endurance.

"Hey! Bulkelso! We can only shout the name of the Immortal King! You are not the Immortal King!"

Maddock reappeared out of nowhere, still holding the "Madock's Sorrow" in his hand.

"Then you can call Vorusk during the battle."

Bulkelso said indifferently, after all, he was destined to become the Immortal King.

Madoc, who was choked by Bulkeso, walked to Bulkeso's side, reached out and took off the medicine bottle full of wine, and took a hard gulp.

Although the potion lost its ability to heal the soul, the spirits of the ancestors could still taste the wine on this special day.

"Have a good drink! After the festival, you will have to wait another year to taste the taste of wine and food!"

Bulkelso's hands gradually tightened, laughing loudly.

Jill quickly squatted down, avoiding Bulkelso's big hand.

He felt his scalp start to heat up.

...

There were six symmetrical wounds on Rumlow's body.

They all extended from the shoulders towards the chest, and joined together at the location of the solar plexus, like six battle stripes, if it wasn't for the wounds that were spilling blood outward.

The body of the wandering soul also began to fade gradually, but compared to Rumlow, who had lost a lot of blood, the state of the wandering soul was much better.

"Strange, what is the warrior ability of that wandering soul? It hasn't been triggered yet, could it be the molten fire?"

Maddock put the empty medicine bottle back on Bulkasso's waist, then took out a huge jar and put it beside him.

The jar was as big as a small round table and half the height of a person.

"Bulkelso, this is the wine I buried when I was alive, do you want to taste it?"

Said it was an inquiry, Maddock had already raised the jar to Bulkeso's eyes.

"When you were alive? Then this wine must have turned into pectin!"

Bulkeso took the wine jar from Madoc, and after breaking the mud seal, a strong fruity aroma came out.

"The holy mountain of Harrogath shelters all the wealth of barbarians, and the wine I buried will not spoil! It is the best of that era!"

"The times have changed a long time ago. It's as if Barr wanted to avoid your existence back then. Now those guys have been wiped out."

Bulkelso thought of the dark soul stone that he had shattered, and some worries flashed in his heart.

The dark soul stone that imprisoned the Seven Devil Kings of Hell has been shattered, and the power in it has gathered on Malsail, which is somewhat worrying.

"Yeah, times have changed, and you have left that endless world."

Maddock reached into the wine jar with a bowl and began to drink.

Although the action was very rude, but not a drop of wine spilled on the ground.

"So only you in this world can thrive the group of barbarians."

Maddock disappeared after saying this, leaving only Bulkeso holding the huge wine jar and pouring it into his mouth.

...

"damn it!"

Rumlow muttered, he had no extra strength to shout out.

With the continuous loss of blood from the wound on his body, his consciousness also began to become blurred.

According to his experience, the extent of his blood loss has long been fatal, but at this time he can still maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness.

All this is due to the glove and the spirit stone on his forehead.

Generally, after receiving this kind of injury, he can more or less feel the wound on his body stop bleeding.

But this time, it seemed as if he was bitten by a leech, and the wound did not show any signs of healing.

The combat uniform on his body has been dyed dark red, and as the blood dries up, some places have turned black.

Nick Fury can still see the battle scene from the camera, and those experts are already arguing about Rumlow's blood loss.

But he has no time to take care of these things, because he has already investigated some news about Buer Kaisuo.

Just two days ago, he showed up in Hell's Kitchen with Jill.

But today he brought Jill to the peaks that suddenly appeared in the Himalayas, and there was no record of them using any means of transportation, which made him feel terrified.

It is possible to cross such a long distance in a short time, and it uses a very concealed method.

This means that this barbarian can appear by anyone's side in the way he wants.

Although he didn't know if this long-distance teleportation ability had limitations, he couldn't be careless.

What if this ability is more terrifying than imagined?

I saw it today, and suddenly a few more book friends gave me a reward, which made me a little flattered, so I will add more today.

Let me also express my gratitude to my book friends here: "Thank you everyone!"

It's ridiculous to say...my first book was serialized for 243 days, with daily updates of 4000+ until the million-word book was finished, and the average number was only 2, and only 102 were collected on the day the book was finished.

This book has already surpassed the results of the first book. I mean, do you have some confidence in my stable update?

I will be the first recommendation next week, so the next week's update will become a daily update of 6000+

It's not that I can't code more content, but that this book is still in the new period, if I update it soon, it will be on the shelves very early...

So let's make an agreement with everyone, I will record all the data, and it will start to explode when it is put on the shelves.

Roughly tentatively as follows:

For every increase of 50 recommendation votes, one update will be added.

I don't dare to think about rewarding, and I don't have much experience, so it is tentatively decided to add one update for every 2,000 points...

Counting starts today and continues temporarily until the end of next week's recommendation.

At that time, I will adjust the rules of adding updates according to the data and my ability...

Please also be more tolerant of my rushing to the street, and I will try my best to code and adjust the content every day to repay everyone's support.

All the updates will be released after they are put on the shelves.

The author pauses!