"Is it appropriate for you to treat this guy like this?"

Bulcasso glanced at Thor on the ground and said a little irritably.

"Madoc can beat Luke unconscious, but I can't do what Madoc can do?"

Volusk threw Thor aside and sat directly next to Bulcaisel.

"Are you still worried about the rules of time?"

Warusk rubbed his beard and said, the impact of the power of time is really too great.

After the starting point and the end point are determined, the only thing that can be controlled now does not seem to be so important.

Warusk understands Burqasso's concerns.

"I don't care about my destined fate. How can I not resist when I meet those fates?"

Burqasso took out a bottle of strong liquor from the pocket on Volusk's waist, knocked off the bottle mouth with a hand knife, and poured it into his mouth.

Apparently he didn't care as much as he said.

"Israel knows the final outcome, but when did you see him do nothing on the battlefield? It's not even sure whether the Archangel of Fate is following the guidance of fate, so what do you have to worry about?"

Volusk slapped Bulcaisel on the back of the head, and then began to manifest his physical form with the help of his sudden increase in anger.

“I am XX! I will ‘unavenged revenge’! If you want to be angry, you don’t need to slap me!”

Bulcaisel stuck the wine bottle in the snow, turned over and kicked Warusk, who had just completed his physical form.

Then he sat on Warusk's waist and immediately started beating him.

Two iron fists with wasteland gloves hit Warusk's eye sockets firmly, and the dull thumping sound was replaced by Warusk's wild laughter.

But the laughter immediately became a little intermittent, because Bulcaisuo folded his hands into the shape of a hammer and hit Warusk hard on the chest.

By the way, you can also hear the sound of ribs being cracked.

Fortunately, the dead ancestors will not be beaten to death by Bulqessor again.

While being beaten, Warusk shook his head and took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The nosebleed mixed with the wine spilled from being beaten made Warusk's beard change color.

After Bulcaisel stopped with his eyes widened, Warusk spoke slowly.

"Are you happy now? Now you owe me five bottles of wine. I don't want the wine you brewed before. I want your best batch of wine."

Warusk wiped his face haphazardly, and the nosebleeds and wine completely wiped his face.

"I'm used to it! You bastard, why do you come here to beat me for talking to yourself!"

Bulkiso rubbed the back of his head where he had been slapped. Warusk's hand was so strong that Bulkiso felt numbness from the back of his head to his neck.

"I just heard you said you wanted to send Leoric into the Dark Soul Stone together, so I came over."

Warusk said with a smile. He had been thinking about this "genius" idea for a long time recently and felt that it was really promising.

A Skeleton King who never dies and can be revived to full health within a short period of time after being shattered is enough to give those hell demon kings a headache.

The Skeleton King itself is not in a weakened state. When he wakes up, he is at his peak, and when he is broken, he falls into a short sleep.

In the seal of the Dark Soul Stone, the Skeleton King has a unique advantage compared to those hell demon kings who have to go through great hardships to collect a little bit of power as soon as they are sealed.

Just like hitting a sandbag can express negative emotions, but it also requires physical exertion.

But as long as you don't hit the sandbag, the sandbag will hit you in turn. Who can bear this?

In this case, it would be interesting if the Hell Demon King could recover faster.

"The question is, have you ever heard the sound of Leoric speaking? The sound of bones colliding and smashing together with the cold tone of speaking crazy words. Can you accept that it sounds every moment?

At least the devils of hell are sensible, and they won’t destroy my will by yelling!”

Bulcaisel roared loudly into Volusk's ears.

Leoric speaking without reason would be worse than the most severe tinnitus.

When tinnitus continues, it will only make it difficult to calm down and make it impossible to rest. However, the sound of tinnitus does not change most of the time.

Leoric had a routine when speaking. The skeletal body was like a repeater that had recorded what he wanted to say in advance and played it back and forth in a loop.

The voice was also ups and downs, full of the deceased's vicious attitude towards life.

This may have been Leoric's last bit of bad humor at the end of his life.

"Can you make ear plugs?"

"I'll make a hammer and stuff it in your head! Is it useful to plug your ears with the voice of the soul!"
Chapter completed!