$834 The Answer Did Not Satisfy Wayne

"So are we going to the Buster Building now?

Or do you have other plans?

Let me tell you first, I don't accept the result of being put on the operating table for dissection."

Blade's face was serious.

It seemed that this matter was important enough for him.

"I don't want to start human experiments before the technology is mature.

But are you sure that the technology of Helsing can work on mice?

To be honest, I haven't seen a case where animals can be turned into vampires."

Wayne said bluntly.

"Go find Tony first. As for the specific method, we have to wait until Tony and Helsing exchange technology before we can know.

But I don't want you to regard this as the only hope.

At least, we need other ways.

Instead of just holding on to this road to the end."

Blade's words made sense.

When there is only one choice, it can only be regarded as a desperate gamble.

Success is certainly gratifying, but if it fails, it may not be able to adjust the state.

In solving the problem of human corruption, there is not much time left for everyone to make mistakes and try little by little.

"What are you going to do about Vidien?

Or do you want to ask about Bul-Kathos's situation?

I remember that the power of the Holy Mountain can contact Bul-Kathos at any time, right?

Maybe he knows something?"

Rumlow suddenly asked Helabor.

But Helabor's eyes were a little evasive.

"It seems that not all ancestors have kept secrets from Bul-Kathos?

Or is there something different now?"

Wayne's voice was a little sarcastic.

"There's nothing I can't say.

Bul-Kathos is now in the High Heaven.

According to this world, that place should be considered a dimensional space?

Anyway, that's what I mean. Although Bul-Kathos can still use the power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

But it can't transmit information.

Also, I suggest you don't underestimate the High Heaven and the Burning Hell.

Although they are all making concessions in front of Bul-Kathos.

But this doesn't mean that they have no way to deal with us.

Maybe we should think of a way to let you see the power of the archangel?"

Cassius was straightforward.

He gave an answer, but this answer was not the type that could satisfy everyone.

"So you are all ready to sacrifice?

But you just didn't tell us?"

Rumlow stretched his body.

Then he took out a bottle of strong liquor from his backpack and drank it.

For the ancestors who have not condensed entities, these liquors can only be seen...even smelling them is a bit difficult.

Even with the help of the life authority of the first generation of Bulkatho, most of the ancestors can rely on their own will to condense entities.

But they are not all willing to do this.

The close contact between the dead and the living is a power that the barbarians have paid a lot of price to obtain.

If you go further to pursue things that you shouldn't pursue, no one can guarantee the consequences.

For so many years, no one has ever completely broken the boundary between life and death.

Even Lasmana only blurred this boundary.

It has always been only the monster of the Skeleton King who is neither alive nor dead that has destroyed this boundary, and the barbarians will not do so rashly.

The authority possessed by each immortal king will bring unique power to his holy mountain.

Unfortunately, what Bulkathos left behind was nature, and nature is the type that values ​​rules more.

If you break some established rules, you will definitely have to pay back one day.

"That's not the case.

We just think that it won't be more painful for the dead to die again than for the living to become dead.

And have you forgotten that only the strong deserve to sacrifice?

As for after we all perish, you will also become a strong one day.

It will be your turn then, as long as you don't back down."

Orlongus stuck his head in from the door and said.

When there were barbarians from the Tagus tribe, most barbarians from other tribes would keep a little distance.

There would be one or two exceptions occasionally...

"It's all nonsense.

If you really encounter danger, of course the strong will go up.

Otherwise, let the weak go up to die? That won't solve the problem.

Tell me the truth, how many ancestors on the Holy Mountain can fight at any time?"

Rumlow asked, his eyes flickering, obviously there is something he hasn't said yet.

It's just that barbarians won't force others to confess everything unless it's a matter of life and death.

Even when it's a matter of life and death, many barbarians are too lazy to ask others.

These things are too troublesome.

It's more fun for the warriors to fight heartily.

"When necessary, all of them.

But I don't think there should be that need.

Although you all underestimate the demons of the Burning Hell,

As long as Bul-Kathos can still pull his hands out, nothing will be a problem."

When Helabor said this, his tone was a little stiff.

Obviously he was not very satisfied with this result.

It's not in line with the idea of ​​ordinary barbarians to leave everything to others.

It can even be said to be very awkward...

When these people were alive, they were the backbone of the family.

It would be difficult to make them ignore worldly affairs.

"What about the continuation of the race?"

Wayne was more interested in this.

"That's the business of the living. We are all dead.

You can't expect souls to have children with living people, right?

Don't blame me for being too blunt. After the Nephalem blood in your body merges with you,

you are not pure Nephalem.

But your children will be pure Nephalem.

Does this answer make you worry about the conspiracy of the barbarians?"

Orlongus looked at Wayne with a smirk.

He deliberately didn't make it clear. This unclear statement could bring the biggest trouble to Wayne and others.

"Pure Nephalem refers to children born naturally with Nephalem power?

And we are tools? Although we have power?"

Wayne remained calm. This guy is very cunning.

Just being expressionless is the easiest difficulty.

"Your power is no different from that of the Nephalem.

You are just a newcomer. We can't even tell which tribe you Nephalem belong to.

But if your children appear in front of us, it will be much easier to tell.

Although your strength will grow more comprehensively than that of the barbarians born in the tribe.

But we still hope to see the birth of children from our own tribe."

Cassius added that he hated trouble more than Orlongus.

"So can Ahfu get the power of the Nephalem?

If not, I hope the Holy Mountain can protect him.

My territory has been exposed to the eyes of that demon before, and I don't want my relatives to suffer an unexpected disaster."

Wayne's words didn't contain much emotion.

It didn't matter whether he was sincere or not.

"We like to be with brave people.

It would be better if the means could be more direct and rough.

Besides being older, I think your butler is more courageous than you.

As for power, it depends on whether he, or you, need it.

You are worried about the power of the barbarians now. I don't know what you are worried about."

Helabor glared at Wayne.

He obviously noticed Wayne's entanglement.

It's just that Helabor finds it difficult to understand Wayne's unique idea.

Wayne is a person who worries about himself.

Even if he gets superpowers, he is still worried about losing control.

This worry may come from his kindness, or perhaps a sense of responsibility.

But this can't be said to be a bad thing.

"Then I'll leave Alfred to you for the time being.

I'll take Blade to S.H.I.E.L.D. first.

Rumlow can go to the Buster Building to ask Tony's opinion.

It's not appropriate not to tell S.H.I.E.L.D. about this matter at all. The technology in their hands is also a hope."

Wayne made a decision directly.

Blade and Rumlow didn't have anything to say.

This wasn't something irreversible, so there was no need to raise any opinions.

"If you see Jessica and Luke, tell them to fight harder.

Just for Oraco and Maddock.

If you can survive, it's better not to die.

But don't live in a servile way."

Helabor seemed to be talking nonsense.

But just this sentence made Wayne take it seriously.

Helabor meant that there would be a battle this time, and it wouldn't be easy.

If this was said by Maddock, Wayne wouldn't be surprised.

But coming from Helabor, he would pay more attention.

Helabor doesn't have the qualifications to be a prophet... whether he's alive or dead.

Unless he has some news?

"I'll tell them.

But will you appear on the battlefield?"

Wayne tried.

Although this test was quite obvious, it would be a good thing if Helabor was willing to say more.

As for face, Wayne doesn't care about face...

"Get lost! I have nothing else to say, and don't ask.

Just know that the barbarians will never waver on the human side!"

Cassius interrupted the conversation carelessly.

Then he grabbed Helab's wrist, strangled Orlongus' neck and left the scene directly.

Looking at his current appearance, he should have won the previous fight...

As for Banar...maybe he is still recovering somewhere.

Even Helab, who is good at recovery and protracted battles, has not fully recovered from his injuries.

Wayne has reason to believe that Banar may not be able to stand up...

Banar, the berserker, can only pack up a super high killing efficiency before being torn into pieces.

But in terms of recovery, it is not outstanding at all.

"Cassius, wait!

When Bul-Kathos comes back, I will borrow the Tribal Blade again!

I will crush your head with my Treasure-Snatching Boots!"

Olongus's shout was the same as always, but Wayne always felt that it seemed unusual.

Maybe he missed something.

...

The gunmen have already started their own actions.

There were only a few people in the base at this time.

But they didn't seem to worry at all.

Generally speaking, no demons would come to them unless it was necessary.

After all, their threats seemed insignificant to the Burning Hell.

Ordinary demons could only be said to be cannon fodder.

No matter how many of them died, no big demon would feel sorry.

Unless these cannon fodders failed to complete the tasks above, ordinary demons would never be angry for cannon fodder.

As for those elite and warrior-level demons, they were just some high-level cannon fodder.

They didn't even have the qualifications to move freely...

So, the demons in the Burning Hell seemed to be quite miserable?

All 007, no holidays.

Even no salary...

The result of not working is to have your head twisted off?

Frank hadn't set off yet.

He wanted to spend more time with his family.

Although the souls of his family members were still not free from the control of death, being able to meet every day was already a very good result.

"Jill, how are you feeling recently?"

Frank asked his son who was exercising outside the house.

Jill's combat effectiveness was steadily improving.

Physical fitness Thanks to Burkeso's previous care, Jill's physical fitness has now firmly stepped into the realm of the extraordinary.

As for combat skills...

Jill learned from Logan.

The combat skills of this wolverine are first-class, although it is somewhat disregarding its own intentions.

But it is indeed first-class in terms of efficiency.

"I am thinking about whether I should become a barbarian.

The world has been in a mess recently.

I always feel uneasy.

Just like you don't want to lose us, dad, I don't want to lose you.

And I don't have much power now."

Jill thought seriously.

There is nothing wrong with his idea, but it feels quite mature.

"How much of the power of destruction do you have?"

Frank asked with some embarrassment.

The power of destruction is strong enough.

This point was specifically asked in Frank's communication with death.

The reason why annihilation is strong is due to the power of destruction authority.

Now Jill has this power, and has the possibility of going further.

As for the choice of becoming a barbarian, Frank does not want his son to do this.

This is back to the issue of ethics and morality.

"I can use it a little bit.

But my body will also be injured under this power.

But my injury is different from others', I can recover."

Jill didn't ask more questions, just answered his father's question honestly.

This result is what Frank wanted.

Death said that it is normal to be injured under the rules of destruction.

But only if you can recover after being injured by destruction, you have the opportunity to master this authority.

Otherwise, just using this power once will make your body unable to recover.

That can only be said to be a disposable warrior...

The death apostles under Annihilation were actually this kind of existence...

Of course they can borrow Annihilation's power of destruction, but borrowing this power means that they will also be finished...

Otherwise, why are Annihilation's men called "death" apostles? In fact, they are disposable...

It's just that their souls will not return to the kingdom of death after "death", but will disappear completely...

The authority representing the end has never been something that can be easily touched.

And now Jill is adapting to the power of destruction little by little.

Even though he is far from being strong now, he has the foundation to become strong!

As for whether this is a good thing for Jill, that is uncertain.

Death is not fate, so Frank cannot tell Jill's future.

Even if Bulkathos had not appeared, Jill's ending should have been presented long ago.

With the arrival of the High Heaven and the Burning Hell, the timeline of this world has completely entered an unobservable point.

Except for fate, no one can know what the future will be like in the next moment.

And the fate that exists in this world now is facing "its own" resistance to fate...

The relationship between Inarius and fate is really complicated.