$1050 Nazeebo's New "Doll"!

Nazebo has finished the work at hand. He attaches great importance to the soul called Clark Kent.

Nazebo will certainly not let such a powerful soul wander around, even if the independent will of this soul is awakened by him.

"I don't want to sign a contract when we are not familiar with each other, although your power does make me very concerned." Nazebo looked at the soul in front of him.

He was still a little hesitant. This soul had shown enough power when it was not complete.

Even Nazebo was doubting whether his contract could bind the existence in front of him.

"I don't mind continuing to sleep." Clark Kent said casually. He himself was not a serious person.

If Steve is the kind of noble and resolute good man who deserves to be praised. Then Clark is a perfect person. In the human field, he has done the best he can.

The difference between the two is not just the difference in strength, nor is it the choice they made under their nobility.

Although similar, the two of them should never be compared together.

"Then I will disperse most of the souls you have gathered, but I will keep enough souls for you to think at the minimum. Then maybe we can have a peaceful time to get to know each other?" Nazebo made his suggestion.

"Why not? At least I hope that after I paid a heavy price, human life can be better than what I have experienced. Even if it is just a little better, it is enough to comfort me." Clark Kent nodded. Of course, he has his own persistence, but he is also more relieved.

"I am a little hesitant, because as a human being, you will definitely not forget what anger is, and this world is probably full of reasons for you to be angry." Nazebo glanced at Clark's soul and made such a judgment.

"I think so too, so I hope you can disperse as many as possible when you disperse my soul." Clark smiled.

He knew that he would be angry, and he also knew what kind of lethality he would explode in anger.

At this time, he was still considering more people.

"There will always be people willing to guide the kind soul back home, at least for humans." Nazebo said and shook the voodoo doll in his hand.

Then he pulled out his sacrificial knife from the ground, gently cut his finger, and a drop of blood radiated a certain brilliance like a ruby.

"Your body is actually much stronger than you show, right?" Clark said with a smile.

"Yes, although I look particularly weak because of the contract. But my total vitality is there, just temporarily lent to other souls. As for you, I probably won't sign that kind of simple exchange contract, I may not be able to provide the huge vitality your soul needs." Nazebo didn't mean to hide anything.

When facing a complete human, Nazebo always behaved strangely and silently. But when facing a soul, he was particularly frank.

As the top soul master among the Nephalem, he firmly believed that he could not judge whether a soul was complete through the body.

But he believed that all souls would have no secrets when they appeared in front of him.

"I don't have that idea. Now I probably just want to see the world now. If I can see my former friends, it might be better." Clark smiled heartily. There was only reminiscence in his soul, not much regret.

This performance made Nazebo's favor for Clark rise a little.

"I don't think it's a good idea to let your soul turn into a zombie dog, so just turn it into a ghost doll. Those little guys are the safest form of soul existence I have. As long as they are not facing the rule-breaking like Baal, these little guys can't be killed." Nazebo said.

The ghost doll army, this move is also a big move for the witch doctor. The souls in Nazebo's hands can be divided into four or five grades.

He will use the evil but powerful enough souls to fill the bodies of zombie dogs. The lethality of the zombie dogs in Nazebo's hands is amazing. Even elite demons can't face these little guys in a one-on-one fight.

But being a zombie dog is not a very pleasant experience. It is always smelling the rotten smell of your body and biting those disgusting demons.

This is Nazeebo's punishment for those souls. As for those souls who do all kinds of evil but are not strong enough, Nazeebo has no good means to punish them.

So he simply turns them into one of the Soul Eaters and Fire Bats. Once the souls in the Soul Eaters are released, no matter how many results they have achieved, they will not be able to escape the end of extinction.

What this kind of soul needs to experience is the despair that those who have been hurt in their hands have experienced.

As for the souls in the Fire Bats, they are just fuel, and it is enough to feel the pain of tearing and burning as the end when flying.

As for the souls that were turned into spiders and toads, most of them are not good people. The souls that really make Nazeebo think of as good people are actually those who accompany him.

Natsubo's army of ghost children are such souls. As for the souls of other good people, Natsubo is redeeming them.

Every time he blows the arrow, Nazebo will tear off a little fragment of the soul of the enemy hit. He is using his own methods to repair the souls of those ghost children.

Natsubo, who is cruel in his methods, is actually always gentle. It's just that his tenderness is more for the dead, and the living rarely have the opportunity to experience Nazbo's emotions.

"I don't have any opinion on this, or I just wanted to talk about something at first. Of course, it would be better if you could find someone for me." Clark smiled.

"I will take you around this planet, and if it is destined, you will meet the person you want to see." Nazebo said as if to comfort him.

After the previous conversation, Nazbo was willing to do something for Clark's soul. Anyway, this is just a casual thing, and it will not delay Nazbo's original plan at all.

"Thank you then." Clark took the initiative to show his soul as defenseless as he spoke.

He knew where his advantage lay. With that body, he was so powerful that even the gods would tremble.

But after losing his body and leaving only his soul, although he is still considered powerful, he is no longer as invincible as he once was!

He has never been good at facing the power of magic. Even if his powerful soul prevents ordinary spells from harming him, that is only when

It's just within the scope of "ordinary". Nazeebo shook the voodoo doll, and the blood on his fingers fell away from his fingers as he danced, and then began to swirl with the rhythm of Nazeebo's dance.

I don’t know what happened to a drop of blood, but it gave people an extremely heavy feeling. The blood continued to stretch, and then turned into a layer of light red gauze, covering the souls of Natsubo and Clark.

Nazbo's strange and rhythmic voice came from the air, desolate, distant, and with a strong wild atmosphere!

When Nazebo's figure reappeared from the tulle, he had a small voodoo doll on his shoulder.

The voodoo doll wears a mask that looks like a bamboo basket, and has a mark on its chest that looks like it was smeared with blood on its fingers.

"s"!

"This mark represents hope in your hometown, right?" Nazbo said softly to the voodoo doll.

"Yes, I heard you say before that there is an Archangel of Hope in your world? If there is a chance, I would like to meet him." Clark's voice became a little sharp and unpleasant, which is a very common situation.

After processing a soul, if there is no change in the soul, then this is definitely not Natsubo's method.

He is the one who is best at changing the soul form among all the Nephalem beings who are good at the soul field.

Even he cannot change the form of the soul without affecting it at all. So Clark's voice is a bit like a child's voice changing period, which is a bit harsh at a glance.

"It's her, Auriel is a woman, although I'm also wondering why the archangel also needs gender distinction." Nazbo corrected her.

"Maybe because they are not the kind of angels in the concept? Just like gods should be completely different from humans." Clark said with a smile.

"Maybe, at least those archangels are not without desires." Nazebo sneered, and then he glanced at Hellboy in the distance who had finished his rest and planned to continue driving on the road.

"Let's go, my short-term goal is to follow that guy." Nazebo pointed in the direction of Hellboy.

"Whatever you want, I'm just a story-telling doll, I have no goals." Clark had no objection at all.

He may be more open-minded than imagined. ...In the Burning Hell, the team of legendary barbarians who are still killing people are temporarily resting.

There were no more demons around them. Baal had just been thrown into the Burning Hell before, but these legendary barbarians were not afraid at all.

However, it is not without benefits after Barr comes back. At least those garbage demons now have a command and will not be so stupid as to simply charge.

"Hey, we can't kill all the demons anyway. Should we charge towards the center of the Burning Hell?" Andakulgas asked Gruchak.

Although Hairab is the guy who looks most like the core among the people here, Hailab's popularity is not very good.

Andakulgas preferred to talk to Gruchak.

"I don't think there is any need to do this. We are here to tell the Burning Hell our attitude. They need to pay the price for their actions no matter when." Gruchak said after the demon plasma soaked his calf. Zhong washed his hands and then casually wiped off the blood on his body.

There are no germs in demon blood. This thing is actually very effective for sterilizing and disinfecting, but most people can't try it.

Everything that a being that is not powerful enough comes into contact with the devil may become the cause of corruption... which is sad.

Because the weaker the existence, the more powerful the devil can be felt from everything the devil has touched.

On the contrary, guys like Gruchak and others who were already strong enough in their own right showed disdain after coming into contact with traces of demons.

As for the guys who made them feel powerful, most of them would not be attracted to them.

Because those guys were mortal enemies, there was no room for maneuver. The corrupted barbarian elder was not corrupted by fear of Baal and Mephisto, but was forced to that extent by the endless war and the demon army.

This matter was of course his own problem, so the barbarian never intended to remember it on the head of the archangel or the demon.

However, there are too many grievances between the archangels, demons and Nephalem, and this one is not missing.

"This time, Bul-Kathos didn't say how much we need to play, or that as long as we want, we can keep killing in this place." Kotul pinched his fist.

The process of constantly swinging fists and tearing or crushing demons made him feel a little boring. There are very few demons who simply like wrestling. Even if there are a few big guys who are willing to try occasionally, they always use some tricks when wrestling.

Like attacking with tongue ejection, sneak attack with bone spurs in joints, etc. Although Kotur was used to this kind of thing, he still got angry.

Because this was not a pure wrestling match.

"It's actually quite interesting to drown the demons in their own blood plasma." Calgar waved the flag in his hand.

The flag was covered with blood, which made it look a bit more ferocious. Calgar spread the flag and laid it flat on the blood plasma. Washing his flag was one of his few hobbies.

"Hey, Kotur or Gruchak, either of you can kick this place. I need a huge pit!" Orlongus shouted to the barbarians in front.

The blood plasma didn't have much effect on the guys in front, but it was a bit troublesome for Orlongus.

He had a little trouble gathering the power of the ground.

"How big is the pit?" Helabor smacked his lips and said. This place is a plain, and the blood plasma of the demons has already covered their calves.

How big is the pit so that Orlongus will not be affected by the blood plasma when using the Ancient Spear?

"I suggest that Orlongus extract the power of the ground from one place, so that at least a deep pit can be dug under your feet." Andakurgas joked in a hoarse voice.

"By the way, who of you knows what is under the ground of the Burning Hell?" Helabor suddenly asked.

As soon as this question came out, the legendary barbarians fell silent. In the past, they had few opportunities to come to the Burning Hell, so naturally they didn't know what was under the ground of the Burning Hell.

This question was particularly attractive to them.

"Yina, can you help us blow a deep pit on the ground of the Burning Hell?" Helabor asked Yinna who was observing them outside in a hoarse voice.

"I don't have that kind of energy, although I am also a little curious." Yinna's voice came over a little ethereal~