146 Casillas (3rd Update)

The moment Bulkatho grabbed the killer monkey's neck, he felt the feeling of being corroded by the devil.

What can a simple monkey understand?

Even if he can learn to shoot by imitating, he can't learn to calculate things like ballistic wind speed.

This monkey has been transformed by the devil without knowing it.

So Bulkatho directly destroyed the monkey's body, turning the killer monkey into a corpse.

Bring this unfortunate monkey back to see if it can continue to exist in a different way.

"You don't have to rush back, the matter in that place is over."

Bulkatho said casually.

"By the way, did you bring wine?"

Bulkatho threw his blood bottle to Rumlow, which bottle was the name of the endless chaos potion.

This potion will randomly teleport the user. As the severity of the injury increases, the teleportation will be farther.

Bulkatho's usual injuries are not enough to make him shake.

Rumlow was lucky, and he only moved three meters horizontally at that time. If the teleportation was farther, Bul-Kathos might have to jump out of the building to catch the unfortunate guy.

For example, Orak of the Great Bear Tribe, after defeating the demon of the Hammer, drank the endless chaos potion while seriously injured, and then appeared in the cave of Hammerlin, and had a look at the big rat with sores on his back.

Then he was bitten to death by the endless rats, and died miserably.

Although he also took away Hammerlin's life, so that the big rat could only appear in the secret realm, this could not change the fact that Orak died miserably.

"I'll go buy it now."

Coulson chose to believe Bul-Kathos, otherwise how could he, an agent whose identity was exposed and was still being hunted, return to S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Bul-Kathos threw the body of the killer monkey into the house, and it happened to fall on the table. He had to think about how to keep the monkey alive.

After all, a monkey with almost the same wisdom as ordinary people is not a common commodity, especially this monkey has good combat ability.

This monkey should be much more useful than ten pounds of meat, at least it won't turn into ten pounds of meat paste.

Then Bulkaiso took a look at the environment outside the house.

"Matthew! The meat paste you made is all over my car!"

Bulkaiso roared.

"Then you can't ask a blind man to wash your car, after all, I can't see where it's dirty!"

Matthew laughed and knocked over the last ninja, then walked over.

"By the way, why did you only give us axes at that time? I think blunt weapons are more suitable for me."

"Every barbarian can get an axe at the beginning, unless you go to Cormac to borrow a spear."

Bulkaiso said unhappily.

"Is Rumlow seriously injured?"

Matthew whispered.

"Speak louder! Matthew! You are a barbarian! Is there anything you can't say loudly?"

Bulkaiso patted Matthew's shoulder and shouted.

"Yes, that unlucky Rumlow was seriously injured and almost died! But his problem has been solved and he will be back soon."

"What are you going to do to me?"

Bucky wiped off the rag that was tied around his mouth on the ground. He shouted at Bul-Katho and Matthew.

"Why did you stuff his mouth?"

Bul-Katho was a little confused.

"He is too noisy, mumbling something like 'Steve, I'm sorry Howard'. I don't like noise when I'm fighting."

Matthew tucked the mace under his armpit and spread his hands.

"Maybe I should hand you over to Mokot instead of Reko."

Bul-Katho's face was a little strange.

Matthew's speaking style is a little too similar to Mokot.

When Bul-Katho first met Mokot, he was also so talkative.

When fighting, he also doesn't like sounds other than war cries and weapon collisions.

It's just that after Tyrael blew up the Holy Mountain and rebuilt the Holy Mountain, he didn't talk much until now.

"I hope to learn from the ancestor Reiko. She was not much worse than you when she was alive."

"Leiko told you? That girl was born decades after I stepped onto the battlefield. How could she have seen Reiko's power?"

Bul-Katho stomped his feet lightly, and a flat ground appeared on the ground.

The bloodstains were buried by the rolling earth, and then Bul-Katho sat down directly here.

"Reiko is older than Volusk. How many ancestors have seen her power? Even if there are, they can't measure the gap between Reiko and me. They only know that I am stronger."

Bul-Katho wanted to drink, but now there is no wine.

"At first I felt that you didn't seem like a guy who could get along with us. Why are you so humble now?"

Matthew asked with a big laugh.

"Why do you need to be so arrogant? That thing is useless when facing demons. Who among the barbarians likes to be arrogant except Volusk? No one knows when they will die, and those empty things are worthless.

You bunch of new recruits, if you are not the new seedlings of the barbarians, do you think I would pay attention to you? Just find things for me to do."

"I think you just can't sit still, and don't want to see good people die and bad people live."

Matthew hit the ground with a mace.

"This world is so good, it seems like I lived in such a world before. But there are no demons or angels there."

"I don't want to listen to your dreams. I just want to smash all the bastards' heads."

Matthew's hammer hit the ground with a bang.

"Dreaming is a good thing. It's better than swinging a weapon when you sleep."

Bul-Kathos' tone softened for the first time.

A golden portal suddenly opened, and Ancient One jumped out, holding a young wizard's neck in his hand.

"Bul-Kathos, you said you were willing to help me deal with disobedient disciples, remember?"

The young wizard rolled his eyes, lying on his back, looking like he was breathing more than he was breathing.

"I said you looked like a barbarian, but I didn't see you challenge the secret realm."

Bul-Kathos looked at Ancient One with a sidelong look.

"I'll leave this student to you. Don't worry about training him. His name is Casillas."

Ancient One brought a stool from the other side of the portal and sat next to Bul-Kathos.

Casillas was placed directly in a pool of blood.

"What kind of idiot is this? He feels worse than a monkey."

Bul-Kathos glanced at Casillas.

The young wizard had the aura of the dark dimension, but other than that, he had no obvious features, neither evil nor kind.

But he seemed to have a firm belief.

"Squeak!"

The killer monkey's soul appeared after hearing Bul-Kathos's "praise", hugged Bul-Kathos' head, and combed his hair.

"I don't have lice on my head, you stupid monkey."

Bul-Kathos grabbed the killer monkey's soul from his head and stuffed it into Matthew's arms.