$347 Hulk Is Aggrieved Like a Child (Low-End Guaranteed)
"What brought you here?"
Bruce Wayne said to Constantine with a cold face.
He held a bat-shaped hatchet in his hand, as if he could throw it out at any time.
"I always feel that we are in the same team. Do you feel the same way?"
Constantine slowly lit a cigarette and spoke in a casual tone.
Incidentally, he tightened his windbreaker to prevent his body from freezing in the cold.
He slowly closed the huge wooden door behind him. Judging from his movements, this was not an easy task.
"How about that?"
Wayne threw the hand ax out with a normal expression, and the ax flew past Constantine's head, trimming the frivolous man's temples.
The ax went through the wooden door, ventilating the place a little better.
Except it's a little bit cold.
Wayne opened the inside of his clothes and pulled out another hatchet from a row of hatchets.
He likes to be prepared, after all, it’s always better to have gear with you than something you picked up off the ground.
"I have some questions about death that I would like to ask, but apparently I'm not qualified."
Constantine flicked the cigarette butt, looked up at Wayne and continued:
"As for the barbarians, that's about all I know. A bunch of noble lunatics, and honestly I don't like this way of fighting."
"What do you want from me, Constantine?"
Wayne's words were categorical, and there was no warning in them.
Despite being aware of Constantine's reputation, Wayne still believed he had the situation under control.
At least he doesn't regard Constantine as a teammate yet. If there is any need to fight together, just let Constantine leave on his own.
"Getting a place to stay and a chance to meet death."
Constant didn't raise his head when he said this, he just smoked his cigarette silently, his movements were a bit obscene.
He just said a great name.
"Then do you want me to chop off your head?"
There was no emotion in Wayne's voice, and it was impossible to tell whether he was serious or just a threatening joke.
To meet death?
Wayne knew what death was.
If Constantine was serious about this, it would be a big trouble.
It’s not that Wayne lacked courage.
It would be better to say that he has more courage than anyone else. After all, facing fear every day and finally choosing to make yourself the object of fear of evil requires unparalleled bravery.
A man as prudent and learned as he was, well aware of what Nietzsche once said about staring into the abyss.
But he was prepared.
Especially after knowing that fear is no longer an invulnerable concept, Wayne has thought about how to defeat Diavolo more than once.
"If necessary."
Constantine raised his head suddenly, but quickly lowered it again.
But when he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.
Obviously Constantine is not very calm now.
It was as if he had truly seen the truth of life not too long ago.
"This world is so strange, isn't it? Death seems to have forgotten me? Or have you had similar thoughts?
Rather, he excluded us. It feels like we are inappropriate wherever we appear. "
Constantine tested Wayne little by little.
He wants to get something useful, and these will determine his future actions.
"Then you might just be a bit unsociable."
Wayne put away the hatchet in his hand as he spoke, and then turned around silently.
He had to continue fighting, after all, the prizes provided by his ancestors were worth his efforts.
Now that there is an easier and clearer way to become stronger, he won't abandon it.
It was just a matter of making more preparations, even though he was a little worried about using anger as an energy for fighting.
"Well, I'm always the misfit, but I'm also always right."
Constantine spread his hands, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and the ashes fell to the ground.
Constantine sensed something was wrong.
Some big questions about the world.
This was something he had a vague feeling when he was learning the spells of the ancient mage lineage.
The world excludes him a little bit.
He didn't find this kind of exclusion from Luke and the others.
And he didn't dare to test Bulcaisuo yet, or maybe he just didn't find a safe way to test it yet.
It felt like I was a stepmother and didn't get the slightest attention in this world.
So he wanted to get some news from Death, preferably answers.
"I try to love life, but what in this world is worthy of my love? Isn't it gay?"
Constantine said boredly.
Life was never simple for this man.
Fortunately, now he doesn't need to continue to worry about this matter.
"The Hulk is going to crush you!"
There was a huge roar, and a sturdy green figure with an earth-beating demon rushed in from the other side of the wooden door!
Then two huge bodies hit the ground heavily.
The smoke and dust in the sky made it even more difficult to breathe in this place that was not well ventilated.
"Ahem! I said, it's not these rocks you want to crush, right? Big man?"
The cigarette in Constantine's mouth was almost extinguished in the smoke and dust.
Fortunately, I don’t know what kind of stone it is, but it was completely broken after being smashed.
At least there was no gravel flying into his handsome face.
"Huh? Pretend I didn't say it, you can do it yourself!"
Constantine shivered when he saw clearly the figure in the smoke looking at him with angry eyes.
He had heard of the Hulk, although it didn't have a good reputation.
Hulk then lifted a thick stone pillar from the ground and walked out.
Constantine wanted to say "please shut the door", but he chose to shut up when he saw the smashed appearance of the earth-thumping demon.
Speaking of saucy things also depends on the situation.
Moreover, Constantine didn't think that Hulk's IQ could understand the meaning of his dirty talk.
"Hulk, are you happy?"
Betty Ross's voice came from the other side of the door, and Constantine could only tighten his tight coat in loneliness.
"There are people who love the Hulk, but why do the people I meet only love my body and my little money?"
Constantine took a long drag on the cigarette until the butt turned red.
Constantine was definitely loved.
Just loving him represents a heavy price.
The people who love him will always disappear, and it will become like this over time.
You may not go bald by pulling out a single hair, but if you pull them out one by one, you will eventually become bald.
…
"Hulk! So happy!"
Hulk shouted loudly to Betty.
The current Betty may be very pleasing to him.
After all, seeing someone with the same "monster" appearance and being quite gentle to him warmed Hulk's mind, which was no better than a child.
"Then let's go, let's find our next playmate."
Betty's face pulled out a smile with great difficulty.
It's quite difficult to laugh with a bird's beak on your head.
"Next!"
Hao roared loudly!
Then an Earth-thumping Demon in the distance that was several times larger than the previous one moved over as if it heard the movement.
The spirit of Cassius, who was standing not far behind them, rubbed his head with a headache.
This big green guy is indeed a good seedling, but it seems too early to hit the hammer now.
At this time, all the ancestors on the holy mountain who can fight with the hammer are in the battle. The guy who is most suitable to fight with this thing is Koutul.
But Kotur couldn't leave.
For a moment, Cassius really couldn't think of anyone who could deal with this guy Nian Hammer.
"Hulk! Smash!"
"Crack!"
Cassius slapped himself on the forehead, and then in a flash, he caught the Hulk with an incredibly dull expression on his face!
The moment Hulk hit the hammer, he felt that something was wrong.
It took him a long time to wake up this little guy from his sluggish state, and now he is autistic again.
As a big demon with a famous name, Nian Hammer is an old acquaintance of this guy.
I don’t know how many hammers those idle hell demons have made. Anyway, after a while, a brand new hammer will appear, waiting for the challenge from the Nephalem.
Can be called a model worker.
"Hulk!"
Betty suddenly flew over with her wings flashing, and took Hulk from Cassius's hand with a dull look on his face.
That high-pitched cry reminded Cassius of a rooster he had ever raised.
"Do you want to leave the secret realm?"
Cassius said a little embarrassed.
Hulk is not a match for Hammer yet. Although he can take a beating, it is not enough for him to win.
"Hulk!"
Hulk yelled, as if he was about to roll out of Betty's arms.
If Betty hadn't been transformed by Murdoc, she wouldn't have this level of power, so maybe this is a blessing in disguise?
"Boy, this is not a battle you can face. Do you really plan to continue?"
Waves of dangerous aura emerged from Cassius' body and pressed on Hulk's body.
"Woo~"
Hulk let out an angry roar and immediately transformed into Banner.
Even as a child, Hulk has the strength and intensity of a beast to be like a child.
Cassius's persuasion was still very effective.
"Ahem! It's damn cold here."
Banner said very uncomfortable.
Since arriving at the Holy Mountain, he has become accustomed to strange things.
Swarms of demons, a host of powerful incomprehensible beings.
Now he just wants to know where to find clothes that are enough to keep out the cold!
"Go back, it's almost over."
Cassius sent Hulk and Betty out of the secret realm with a grimace.
If Kotur knew that Hulk had to leave because he hit the hammer, he would probably not be able to spare Cassius.
"Who did I offend? Does being disrespectful to victory really lead to a decrease in luck in the battle? Isn't this what those Orak admirers are talking about?"
Cassius cursed and walked towards the hammer.
fighting?
He's out.
He just wanted to confirm the identity of the hammer so that Koutul could find this "enemy".
The last recruit who witnessed everything and persisted may really not show up.
It's just a pity that Bulqueso has prepared a prize.
Even Cassius was jealous of that thing.
…
"Is it over?"
Quarkak finally arrived at the scene of the battle.
He spoke in a long and doubtful tone.
All this went smoothly beyond his imagination.
He saw the huge stone flashing an ominous light through the old man.
It seemed that everything was just as he had imagined at the beginning, and then there would be a fireworks display, and then the end of this boring battle would be announced.
"Do you really think so?"
Baal's voice sounded muffled from the huge stone. Although no one could see Baal's appearance through the huge stone.
But Quarkak still looked like he saw Baal's disgusting face, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
"I knew that if the devil of hell wanted to plot, he would always give me a surprise!"
Quarkak strode forward and walked past Lizzie.
The grip position of the mountain-splitting axe in his hand was adjusted.
Quarkak did not need to hold the bottom of the axe to maintain the center of gravity in the battle.
Or in other words, facing a guy like Baal, the best choice is to hold the end of the axe handle and make yourself hit harder.
"The biting cold wind! Blow towards me!"
Quarkak sang a ballad from his hometown with a strange tune and a roaring voice.
"That is the rage of nature and the freedom of the soul!"
"Boring old man, no one wants to listen to your song at all."
Baal's voice interrupted Quarkak's roar.
On the stone ball that wrapped his body, the traces left by the blood of Orlongus were flashing.
Some imperceptible bulges appeared on the surface of the originally regular stone.
"The old man is always full of wisdom in life and puts his hope on the young warrior.
Because the old body cannot bear the endless anger!
But when I am old, I can still use an axe to make a hole in your head!
Yahoo!"
Quarkak's steps turned into a trot. Since the stone has no intention of exploding, let him light the last fuse!
Qualkek's steps were a little upside down as if he was drunk, and his body was shaking irregularly!
The ground under his feet was dragged out with an arc track by the rotation!
"Is this your strongest attack?"
Bal's voice was still heard.
Although he couldn't see Qualkek's actions, the anger turned into coldness and was transmitted to him little by little.
"What I want is also this explosion. So are you going to let me have my wish?"
Bal continued to mutter.
The cold wind on the mountain turned into a sharp blade with Qualkek's actions, and gathered on the icy giant axe!
The strong wind moved with the movement of the axe blade, condensing an ice-blue blade on the mountain-splitting giant axe!
"You are just a pitiful consciousness of Bal! Turn into ruins for me!"
Qualkek stopped singing with a roar, and the giant axe in his hand chopped heavily on the boulder!
A huge roar!