036 Fierce Battle (More Updates with Rewards)

"Rumlow, survive."

These were the last words Nick Fury said in Rumlow's headset.

No matter what he said now, it would be of no use. They had already lost a team. If even Rumlow died in that place, then there would be no real gains from this operation.

Whether it's the flesh and blood of demons or the magical equipment that Rumlow obtained, they are all very important to SHIELD.

As for this mysterious mountain, it was ignored.

Although there are more secrets here, SHIELD doesn't seem to be able to get any benefits from these guys.

Rumlow took off the headphones, threw them on the ground, and stepped on them hard.

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

"Lakanixiu!"

There was an irregular shout, and Rumlow once again began his fighting performance.

Clean vital attacks quickly killed these demons.

The fallen demons who lost their wizards also lost their combat effectiveness.

In front of Rumlow, who was strengthened by equipment, these guys were no threat at all.

…

"Why do those guys shout 'Lakanixiu'? Is this some unique language?"

Although Gil couldn't see the screen, he could hear the movement over there.

Gil, whose face was still a little pale, asked Bulcasso.

"That's the name of the Lord of the Sinking Demon, just like the barbarians occasionally call my name when fighting."

Bulcaisel's hand fell on the top of Gil's head.

Speaking of this, Bulcaisuo couldn't help but flash the memory of that battle in his mind. The army of fallen demons that could not be seen at the edge made him a little bored.

Even the demon Rakanixiu was not much stronger than the ordinary fallen demons when facing Bulcaisuo. He only persisted under his whirlwind for less than three seconds before disintegrating. A cloud of blood mist dissipated along with the strong wind.

It was a battle with no challenge other than endurance.

"Hey! Bulcaisel! We will only shout the name of the Immortal King! You are not the Immortal King yet!"

Madoc appeared again out of nowhere, still holding the "Madoc's Sorrow" in his hand.

"Then you can call Warusk during the battle."

Bulcaisuo said nonchalantly, after all, he was destined to become the immortal king.

Madoc, who was choked by Bulcasso, walked to Bulcasso's side, reached out and took down the medicine bottle filled with wine, and took a swig.

Although the potion has lost its healing power for the soul, the ancestral spirits can still taste the taste of the wine on this special day.

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

Burcasso gradually tightened his hands and laughed loudly.

Gil quickly crouched down and avoided Bulcasso's big hand.

He felt his scalp begin to heat up.

…

Rumlow had six symmetrical wounds on his body.

They all extend from the shoulders to the chest, and meet together at the abdominal plexus, like six battle lines, if it weren't for the wounds that were spilling blood outwards.

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

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

Madoc put the empty medicine bottle back on Bulcasso's waist, then took out a huge jar and placed it next to him.

The jar was as big as a small round table and half a person tall.

"Bulkasso, this is the wine I buried while I was still alive. Do you want to have a taste?"

Speaking of asking, Madoc had already raised the jar in front of Bulcasso's eyes.

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

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

"The holy mountain of Harrogath protects the wealth of all barbarians. The wine I buried will not spoil! It was the best of that era!"

"Times have changed a long time ago. It's like Baal wanted to avoid your existence back then. Now those guys have been eliminated."

Bulcaisuo thought of the dark soul stone that he had broken into pieces, and some worries flashed through his heart.

The Dark Soul Stone that imprisoned the Seven Demon Kings of Hell has been broken, and the power within it has been concentrated on Malthael. This is somewhat worrying.

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

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

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

"So you are the only one in this world who can prosper the barbarian tribe."

After Madoc said these words, he disappeared, leaving only Bulcaisel holding the huge wine jar and pouring it into his mouth.

…

"Damn it!"

Rumlow muttered, he no longer had the energy to shout.

As blood continued to drain from the wounds on his body, his consciousness began to become blurred.

According to his experience, his blood loss had already reached a fatal level, but at this time he was still able to maintain a certain fighting capacity.

All this was thanks to the boxing gloves and the spiritual stone on his forehead.

Generally, after suffering such an injury, he could more or less feel the bleeding of the wound on his body.

But this time it was as if he was bitten by a leech, and there was no sign of healing on the wound.

His combat uniform had been dyed dark red, and as the blood dried, some parts had turned black.

Nick Fury could still see the scene of the battle from the camera, and those experts were arguing over the amount of blood Rumlow had lost.

But he had no time to care about these things, because he had already investigated some information about Bul-Kathos.

Just two days ago, he appeared in Hell's Kitchen, and brought Jill with him.

And today he appeared with Jill on the suddenly appeared peak in the Himalayas, and there was no record of them using any means of transportation, which made him feel shocked.

Being able to cross such a long distance in a short time, and using a very concealed method.

This means that this barbarian can appear next to anyone in the way he wants.

Although he doesn't know whether this long-distance teleportation ability has limitations, he can't be careless.

What if this ability is more terrifying than imagined?