This is probably a test of Bulkeso's bottom line, to see if Bulkeso's so-called moral standards will change due to some things.
This will affect whether some of Jotun Kule's plans need to prepare backup in advance.
 “Delivery time unknown.”
Burkeso raised his eyes and answered somewhat erratically.
Sanya is already warming up.
Burkeso has some things to do now, and he doesn’t really want to have a reconstruction-level combat contact with Sonya.
 So he turned his attention to Leiko.
He just promised to find a body that is enough for Jotun Kule to use it. There is no urgent request for time, so he just needs to wait.
 As long as the existence of this world is not a god, its lifespan is limited.
 The corpse of a strong man who died naturally can also reduce the threat of Jotun Kule somewhat.
It doesn’t matter if you agree to come.
 “Well, I’ve always worked hard.”
Leiko understood in an instant what Bulcaisuo meant when he looked over.
 Twisted his neck and made a series of noises.
It is not an offense to use weapons, as long as it is regarded as a simple wrestling.
 Both of them are female barbarians, so there will be no inconvenience.
 Although fighting across gender lines is not uncommon for them.
“Johanna’s blood and your blood? Are you planning to create a son? Haha~”
Zordon Kule laughed.
The bloodline of the monk must be reconciled.
 It was a not-so-kind joke to tease Bulqueso with such words.
But Bulcaisel won't care anymore.
Some jokes will have almost no effect on Bulkesso, and Bulkesso seems a bit boring in the eyes of Jotun Kule.
“Tch. As long as you don’t want to die, you can say whatever you want.”
Burkeso said in a threatening tone.
As long as Jotun Kule does not touch the bottom line, some freedom of speech can still be given.
As long as Jotun Kule remains a helping hand to the barbarians, Bul-Katho does not mind giving some unimportant help to this ancient Nephalem ghost.
“I just thought about your ancestors, that’s all.”
Jotun Kule took out Kanai's Magic Box and showed it to everyone in his hand.
 He didn’t say anything in detail, and there was a hint of ill-intention on his face.
“Come on, give me your blood, and I will make this guy have the blood of a monk.”
　　"Warning in advance, don't try to take advantage of his authority, you will die miserably."
Burkeso said a little worriedly.
 It just sounds like it has bad intentions.
Even if a monk's reincarnation has not regained some strength, it is still dangerous.
 After all, no one can predict whether Vandaloni and Karasim's consciousness will suddenly wake up at a critical moment.
If a collision occurs, Jotun Kule will most likely be in trouble. He has been a legendary monk for two lifetimes, and their fists are equally hard and powerful when dealing with their enemies.
Who knows if that situation really happens one day, whether Jotun Kule will go to meet the gods that the monks believe in at that moment.
When Vandaloni was alive, that guy wasn't much worse than Volusk.
Who knows if these guys have any messy gadgets that they can use as a trump card.
 “You mean the power of life? I have already been a soul.”
Jotun Kule laughed at the top of his lungs. A breeze blew around his soul, and some fine gravel appeared on the ground.
 “It’s best.”
Burkeso gave a final warning.
It is possible for these guys to seize a good body, but that is still a "possible" thing.
 A warning is enough.
 At worst, there are still monks to deal with these matters.
Now, it’s time for Bulcaisel to deal with the old man who calls himself “War”.
 Time has left too many traces on this old man.
 The power of time, Bulcasso is very concerned about.
 …
 At this time, Frank was half lying on the ground, together with Blade.
 Dracula left in a hurry before, but this matter was not easy to understand.
Even if Frank and Blade are tied together, they are no match for a real vampire.
Perhaps even if they tie up all the real vampires, Frank and Blade won't be able to hurt each other.
As for Integra, she is special to existing vampires.
Especially since the name of the vampire standing here right now is Silas Victoria.
“Frank, I don’t plan to get too involved in SHIELD’s calculations, but Nick Fury made an offer that I can’t refuse.”
Integuera was standing not far away, holding a cigarette in his hand and talking.
 She could have given no explanation, but Frank's difficulty moved her somewhat.
  To be more precise, Integra does not intend to provoke an enemy like the Punisher.
 After all, if a combat master wants to cause some damage, the threat level is not low at all.
Silas stood there with a sweet smile, still looking around.
 Perhaps he wants to find that “father” figure.
 But even if Dracula did not leave the scene directly, it was not the Acard she remembered.
 Taking care of Frank was not very difficult for Silas, she just paid a little injury as a price.
 But now that I am no longer alone in my body, the cost is not much different from nothing, and I can recover in a few moments.
 “What the fuck does this have to do with your men knocking me over!”
Frank looked a little excited.
Hand in his hand is a broken firearm that makes one wonder whether it will explode the next time he pulls the trigger.
 Looking quite embarrassed.
This was an unreasonable disaster, after all, Silas did not notify him in advance after attacking him.
“I’m going to take that Sunwalker away, and you don’t look like the guy who’s going to let us get what we want.”
 Integra's eyes were obscured by the reflection of the glasses.
 She stood in front of Frank holding a long knife, and her appearance was somewhat eye-catching.
This woman is not the kind of guy who shows mercy, even though she only stands from a human standpoint, and she also has beautiful qualities such as compassion.
 Just dragging her feet is not her style.
  But such an explanation is definitely not very sincere.
 Frank felt himself getting irritable.
Without any discussion, Silas suddenly appeared and launched a crushing attack on him.
To be continued...