$282 The World Needs to Be Upgraded

Just as the three barbarian ancestors in hell were chattering about their perception of the devil of hell, their bodies gradually became illusory.

Although they could continue to be active in the form of entities, the premise is that Bulkaiso did not call the ancestors again.

At this time, Bulkaiso needed them to do something, which led to the current situation.

On the other side of the space-time rift, Bulkaiso did not see anything strange, but a huge planet seemed to be locked, surrounded by densely packed spaceships and pepper pots that were already covered with tentacles.

"Time? What does this mean?"

Bulkaiso was a little distressed by everything in front of him.

According to his shallow understanding of the rules, the time in this place was not just slowed down or accelerated as those guys said before.

Instead, it was locked in a strange state, like a picture.

Anyway, Bulkaiso could not figure out the nature of time and other issues. The rules have always been stingy with lives with incomplete souls.

As the purpose of Bulkaiso's trip, the devil of hell hidden here still had no trace.

This made him a little confused.

After all, a chase without a trace was more like a headless fly.

Destroying everything just to find the shadow of the devil of hell? That approach was not within the scope of Bul-Kathos's consideration.

"Destroy!"

A pepper pot with tentacles not far away made a mechanical sound.

For these guys who have undergone genetic modification, machinery is their body.

Some golden residual paint can be barely seen between the dense tentacles. The mechanical body of this guy stretched out an arm like a toilet plunger and fired a laser at Bul-Kathos.

This laser also pierced the tentacles of this monster that were waving around. From the unimpeded attack, it seems that this monster has no reason.

This is a rare thing for Dalek.

No matter how much these guys behave like monsters, they are all intelligent life.

Madness is an emotion that should not exist for them.

Even except for obeying higher-level commands, thinking is not common for the lower-level Dalek.

"Huh?"

Bul-Kathos didn't make a war cry, but just exclaimed in a strange way.

He looked at the laser flying past him with a strange expression. If it was an attack, it would have deviated a lot, at least it would not pose any threat.

A guy who couldn't even hit the target should not be considered a big threat.

Even though the power of the laser made Bul-Kathos a little curious, it was already comparable to the power displayed by the top-level Thumper attack.

Although it was nothing to Bul-Kathos, none of the barbarian recruits could withstand such a blow.

Bul-Kathos didn't care too much about the monster in front of him, it was just a thing that could be easily dealt with.

Even though he was a little displeased by the very iron-box Baal temperament on his body, he had more important things to do now.

"Andariel, tell me who is hiding here? Azmodan or Baal!"

Bul-Kathos asked Andariel, who was sealed in the Dark Soul Stone, in a threatening tone. Although he didn't think he would get a true answer, it was no trouble to ask.

Although that guy acted like Baal's follower, Baal never did anything corrupt.

Destruction is always straightforward, and even if it is calculated, it will not be concealed.

"I don't know, I'm serious."

Andariel's tone was also a little confused.

She could feel that her brother's breath did exist in this place, but it was difficult to distinguish the specific source at this time.

However, Andariel would not tell Bul-Kathos her feelings completely. Anyway, it was her freedom to say whatever she wanted.

Bul-Kathos had no way to make her shut up or tell the truth.

"You know, Malthael will definitely come to this world. If you don't want to be killed by that guy, you'd better cooperate with me."

Bul-Kathos pulled out the Merciless Mace again, smashed the shell of the Dalek, and then looked at the flesh and blood body that began to expand rapidly without the shell, and Bul-Kathos's face showed a rare expression of disgust.

Now he can almost be sure who is responsible for everything here. Only the Sin Demon King would like this kind of corruption and transformation.

At least half of the demons with names and surnames came from that guy's hands, including siege assault beasts, Gom, etc., a mess.

"We won't fail, he has lost the container to devour us. As long as you are corrupted, everything will return to the beginning."

Andariel said something that was hard to tell whether it was true or false.

It was a good thing that Andariel no longer used a noisy voice to provoke Bul-Kathos' emotions, but it also started a bad start.

People who communicate with the Hell Demon King generally don't have a good end.

Bul-Kathos didn't take it seriously.

If Malthael could devour the power and part of the essence of the Archangels without any effect, just like Diablo devoured his brothers and sisters, then he could devour the essence of the Demon King of Hell.

Besides, when Malthael became "Death", he had already obtained the power of the Seven Demon Lords.

"Azmodan! The guy here is Azmodan!"

Bul-Kathos shouted like a muttering, and then he used the skill of ancestral summons again.

So the figures of the three ancestors in hell disappeared and appeared in this place instead.

It's just that their bodies look a little fragile.

The connection between the Holy Mountain of Harrogath and the world on the other side of the space-time rift is a little weak, so these ancestors were weakened a lot when they appeared here.

As for Bul-Kathos, all his power comes from himself, and naturally will not be weakened by changes in the environment.

It has to be said that being a hero is sometimes more comfortable than being a god incarnated by rules.

At least it will not be weakened by a world without such rules.

However, a god of rules can pass on rules that a world does not have, and then perhaps it can get more things.

Obviously, Azmodan in this world has done this now.

The concept of time is always relative.

It's like someone would question "God created the sun on the fourth day, so what is the basis for measuring time in the first three days?"

"You actually summoned us here, is there anything difficult in this place?"

Madoc waved the weapon in his hand and asked with some surprise.

"We haven't had time to kill those annoying things yet, it seems that there is no need for us to fight around here."

Korlik glanced at the surrounding environment, and then smashed the swollen Dalek body with an axe.

"Ugh, it feels good, this guy reminds me of those powerful demons in or."

Korlik felt the touch of the monster's body coming from his hand, and roared with some surprise.

The Dalek's body is actually quite fragile, originally a soft and muddy posture.

But after being transformed by Azmodan, the speed of this creature's transformation is a bit exaggerated, but even the emotion of obedience has disappeared.

The meaningless madness of the Dalek prevented these guys from showing their original powerful strength.

Technology is not something that a madman can handle after all. It is a force that requires knowledge and action.

"Do you want us to help you find the devil of hell hiding here?"

Cassius shook his fist and asked, then turned his sight to the planet in the distance that looked like a picture.

"Go find it. I always feel that the world here doesn't seem to have so little space."

Bul-Katho frowned and said that the trouble was beyond imagination.

In the end, it turned into a boring game of hide-and-seek.

"I hope you won't stay here for too long. After all, you are still indispensable there for the time being."

Cassius rushed towards the twisted Daleks after saying this. Fighting is his favorite thing.

Looking for people is just a fun thing after fighting.

Just as Bul-Katho and the three ancestors were looking for Azmodan's whereabouts, the battle at St. Paul's Cathedral finally changed.

Constantine has determined that the magic that only attacks the soul can break through and eliminate the Cyberman without any hindrance.

Those guys have no idea about souls, so they are all freshmen in the course of how to protect souls.

"Supreme Sorcerer, you can prepare, just like you did when you took my soul out of my body. I don't think these guys know how to get their souls back into this tin can."

Constantine thought of a simpler way. He wanted to see what the souls of these transformed Cybermen would look like.

This is worth looking forward to.

Ancient One glanced at Constantine coldly, then turned around and continued to fight.

Compared to what Constantine thought, she didn't want to try it at all.

The actions between the soul and the body of a Cyberman are completely contradictory, and the crying from the soul is enough to make people feel uneasy.

People standing on different levels will have completely different ideas, just like Odin, who can hear that voice, just silently sends relief to these poor people.

Mechanical ascension is just a joke after all.

The soul of a person will remain in the body because the body has not completely died, but the completely uncontrolled body and mind will split the two.

Until the moment when the soul can do nothing but cry.

This involves a debate, whether the soul controls the body or the body controls the soul.

For the top people in mysticism, the soul is the source of all power.

This is something that is difficult for those who are immersed in technology to understand.

After all, for them, the existence of the soul is a question, and this question will continue until they die.

"Get rid of them, Master Ancient One! I can stop those guys while you are preparing."

Rorschach roared in a voice that was almost roaring, but his tone was strangely calm.

Just hearing the discussion of the birth of Cyberman by Doctor Who made this agent of justice completely unable to ignore it.

For Rorschach, being born free is not a slogan, he really believes it.

For him, people who are manipulated are weak, so he needs to be "saved".

Although it looks like a paranoid mental journey, this is exactly what Rorschach really thinks, and it is also his justice.

"Unfortunately, only at this time will I look forward to the arrival of death."

Ancient One muttered softly.

The fairness given by death is the best relief for this soul.

As this sentence came out, Ancient One handed over his front-row combat position to Rorschach, and walked silently to the back row and still chanted those weird spells.

As the symbol and master of white magic, Vishanti has many similar spells.

The most effective one is to send these souls directly to the kingdom of death.

This kind of relief is perfect for the Cybermen.

At this time in the kingdom of death, Death, sitting on the throne, watched all this happen without saying a word.

Although she wanted to make an expression, it was a bit embarrassing for others to make an expression on the face of the skeleton.

"I don't want to see the wizard who is destined to be immortal again, so my brother, are you sure you want me to go there in person?"

The voice of death sounded in the ears of Eternity, and Eternity nodded imperceptibly.

A race that exists in a completely different world is also of great help to this world.

The world needs to be upgraded! Let's start with those souls from another world.