Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Let those doctors wait, we'll be back today!"

Rumlow's body recovered quickly with the help of the medicine bottle, and perhaps with the help of the knuckle in his hand.

After all, his physical fitness was twice that of the peak human, which made his ability to recover much stronger.

Correspondingly, his food intake has also increased a lot, probably because the need for nutrients has also increased after his body has become stronger.

"Then can I smoke?"

Tes's expression was a little excited. Since the day they arrived, he had already been on a mission. He hadn't been able to smoke for several days, which made him have an extra impulse for tobacco.

"Go out and talk! Remember to clean up the trash!"

At this time, Rumlow had some inexplicable reverence for the sudden appearance of the holy mountain. This feeling was a little different from when he made up his mind to give everything for Hydra, perhaps it should be said to be more pure?

Rumlow couldn't figure out how this emotion appeared in his mind, but he was sure that he didn't hate it.

...

Rumlow couldn't figure out why he dragged his unhealed body to the door of the Elder's Temple, as if he had been guided by the gods.

After witnessing things beyond comprehension in a short time, he has nothing to fear.

"Great Bull Casso, are you in there!"

Rumlow knows that he is acting like those guys who have been brainwashed by Hydra, but at this time he dismisses those guys, those guys who have lost themselves and Hydra are nothing in front of the barbarians ?

He gradually became fanatical and in awe of the existence of this holy mountain.

Bulkelso's figure passed through a blue halo and appeared at the door of the Elder's Temple.

At this time, he was wearing skirt armor and iron boots, revealing his body that had been scoured by endless battles before Rumlow's eyes.

The special power of the Elder Temple itself makes those electronic devices lose their effect. Even if you want to take pictures at this time, you have to find an old-fashioned film camera.

Although Nick Fury kept trying to reconnect the broken communication channels, and even ordered Tess to look for Rumlow, there were only these two people standing here in the Temple of the Elders at this time.

"Brock Rumlow, to be honest I don't like a guy like you."

Bulkelso's voice resounded like a bell in the wide Elder's Temple, and the boredom in his eyes clearly appeared in Rumlow's sight.

"I passed the secret realm!"

The moment Rumlow passed through the secret realm, he knew that he had an opportunity, an opportunity to become a barbarian and inherit the blood of the Nephalem.

"But you haven't passed the test yet!"

Bulkasso's bored tone didn't need to guess his intentions at all.

In Rumlow's eyes, a pair of golden-orange wings appeared behind Bulkelso, which seemed to interpret courage itself.

"Then give me a trial!"

If Rumlow's expression at this time fell into Nick Fury's eyes, it would definitely lead to a lengthy investigation.

Fanaticism, brutality, and justice, the temperament that cannot be shown by appearance, are mixed together on him.

The expression of Rumlow, who has done countless cruel and dark things in his life, is as noble as the legendary Captain America.

"Ha! What do you think this is? What are barbarians!"

Burkasso let out a deafening roar, and strode down from the steps of the Elder Temple step by step.

"We fight and have glory!"

"We fight and bathe in the flames of war!"

“We are rude and frank and fearless!”

"We! We are justice! We are hope!"

Bulkelso's voice became louder every time he went down the stairs!

"And you! What qualifications do you have to be us!"

"Surrounded by human resentment, there is no respect for life!"

"There is no brilliance at all!"

"I could smell your stench from the beginning, no worse than the demons of hell!"

Bulkelso's body began to swell, and a pair of hideous horns appeared on his forehead.

The moment he stood in front of Rumlow with his body more than three meters high, the anger emanating from him almost melted the surrounding snow.

Rumlow clearly felt the real anger from the king of barbarians, and for a moment he actually felt guilty for his past.

"So tell me! Why are you!"

Bul-Katho appreciates the bravery of a warrior, but also cannot tolerate the existence of evil.

The two do not conflict!

Rumlow's tenacity as a warrior has been recognized by the barbarians, but his crimes have surfaced in the perception of the barbarians a little bit.

Bulkelso's anger was raging, and the flames suddenly appeared on the top of the stone pillars in the square of the Elder's Temple. The flames were burning, emitting heat that seemed to be able to destroy everything.

Under the deterrence of the barbarian king, Rumlow felt the suffocation of death.

He didn't want to come up with any excuses that SHIELD was to maintain world security, and he didn't need to say anything about Hydra's lofty ideals.

In the Temple of the Elders, no one can lose sight of their truest self.

Hydra's beliefs and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s philosophy are nothing but shells wrapped around Rumlow.

It's been so long that even he himself can't remember how many years.

At this time, after he took off all the packaging, he began to examine himself soberly for the first time.

Under Bulkelso's shining red eyes, Rumlow slowly lay down on the ground.

He squeezed his head desperately into the ground, like a wriggling maggot.

Bulkelso didn't have much patience to wait for this boring trick, and pulled out a hideous giant hammer from his waist.

"No Mercy" comes from the most primitive legendary weapon given by the ancestor Mokot.

He intended to give this power-hungry, sin-handled warrior an honorable death.

"Bulkasso!"

A phantom of the ancestor appeared in front of Bulkelso, holding up a broken sword to block Bulkelso's heavy hammer!

"Defender Talic! What are you doing!"

Bulkelso roared while waving Wumei in his hand, his frantic posture set off gusts of wind, pressing Rumlow lying on the ground like a blown feather and began to flutter.

"Stop you from taking the life of a warrior who is willing to turn back!"

The weapon in Taliq's hand started a fight with Bulkelso in the same posture!

The sound of metal roaring trembled the burning fire even stronger!

"Proof of shame! Tariq, you actually disobeyed me for this guy!"

Burkasso shouted, and in his other hand, there was an epee with a somewhat distorted shape, and he joined the frantic fight together.

"You are not the Immortal King yet! You are even worse than the invincible power of Volusk!"

Tariq's body gradually solidified, almost out of the form of the soul, showing the most authentic power of the strongest group of ancestors.

"He's dead! Now I'm the only one with a bunch of flags flying high!"

On Bulkelso's body, the red light from anger has formed a flame-like halo, spreading across his body.

Even if the second-generation Immortal King Vorusk appeared in this place, he might not be able to defeat the current Bulkelso.

Bulkelso's upper body began to twist, and the tense muscles of his whole body told Taliq what he was about to face!

That would only be the whirlwind that shattered the dark soul stone!