That was the first time young Gruchak had a grudge against a mage...

"Hiss, how can a legendary demon be cornered and kicked by a mage?

I would like to ask, is there any school in the Burning Hell?

Mainly because after hearing about your deeds, I thought that if the devil had a school, you must be the guy who suffered from school violence."

Constantine smiled with slightly yellowed teeth.

This smile is full of malice.

For a moment, there was no way to tell whether his malice was for the devil Lucien or for incidents like school violence.

Or it could be both...

"I'm a little different from other demons.

I am the son of Mephisto and the uncle of the Nephalem."

Lucien didn't feel embarrassed at all and spoke very normally.

"So you don't deny that you were the victim of school violence?"

Constantine raised his eyebrows.

“I brought my P30 with me on the first day of school, but a gangster snatched it away.

The next day I brought my P40 to school and they took it away again~

So on the third day, I took my beloved p90 directly to school~"

Constantine said something that seemed to be nonsense in a very strange tone...

The p90 is a submachine gun...

Constantine is a scumbag, but he likes to fight violence with violence.

Moreover, he basically won't bully the weak.

Many people knew this when he was living in prison.

Although those who knew these things did not end well later.

"By the way, I remember that after I met you for the last time, when I returned to the Holy Mountain, Kanai blocked me in front of my house and beat me violently.

Are you a devil?"

Gruchak's too sluggish mind finally remembered something important.

"Yes, I am an evil..."

"boom!"

Before Lucien could finish his words, a hammer hit him directly on the head.

"Good guy, you are a devil, but you never told me.

You bastard is so dishonest!"

Gruchak held the hammer he took out from his backpack and hit Lucien hard on the head.

And dark purple flames also appeared on his body...

Lucien also made a move on him while he was talking.

Lucien is not a weak demon, but he is not powerful in melee combat.

Using magic is his most common way of fighting.

However, magic is of little use to Gruchak...

"This barbarian ancestor, I didn't seem to see him much when I took him with me on the Holy Mountain..."

Constantine glanced at Mocott who seemed to be eager to give it a try and asked.

"This guy doesn't like to join in the fun very much. If Kultur wasn't busy teaching the hope of his tribe, this guy might still be wrestling with Kultur on the Holy Mountain."

Mocott held Wu Ming in his hand and put his other hand on Rumlow's shoulder.

He just watched Gruchak beat Lucien violently, and he had no intention of checking this battle.

Gruchak alone is enough.

This time Bulcaisso treated this honest and irascible fool sufficiently well.

Gruchak's strength has returned to the time when he was at his peak.

"This flame seems to be of no use to him?

I remember this thing is arcane?"

Constantine looked at Gruchak, who showed no signs of dodge, and asked with a strange expression.

"You are not a barbarian, so naturally you don't know much about our past.

If our past were all recorded on parchments, they would not be able to fit even if they were piled up in the Temple of the Elders."

Mocott glanced at Constantine with deep meaning.

Then he focused his attention on Reed.

"A smart person, but most smart people are not very honest."

Mocott had a strange look in his eyes.

Rumlow still looked lazy and indifferent.

He didn't care much whether Gruchak could win or not. The worst thing he could do was that both Mocott and himself would bear the consequences.

If you still haven't fought, there will be others standing in front of the devil.

There are indeed many cowardly and despicable people among human beings, but there are also never a few who are noble and have the courage to resist.

Rumlow felt that he was getting lazier and lazier, mainly because he was too lazy to use his brain.

Perhaps after a half-life of intrigue and intrigue, I finally realized that the happiest thing is not thinking about anything.

"To be honest, I am also very afraid of your existence.

But I'm a little better than those guys with persecutory paranoia.

At least there won’t be any thoughts of attacking first.”

Reed greeted Mocott gloomily.

By the way, it reflects Nick Fury’s one-eyed dragon.

Many of the guys who know Nick Fury respect that guy, but there are also a lot of people who are wary of him.

There are even more people who hate him.

Reed didn't hate barbarians, but he was still concerned about Susan's corrupted reaction.

And what Lucien said about "falling" at that time.

Susan is his biggest spiritual support now, and for this reason, Reed is even willing to put aside his research and go out.

If this were the time when the Fantastic Four first formed a team, Reed would not neglect his research work for anything.

Reed is very strong, but his strength is not indestructible.

What if one day Reed's head goes crazy and he thinks that demons are the next stage of human evolution.

Then it is really possible for him to lead humans into demons.

Reed's intelligence makes him not only a powerful helper, but also a huge threat.

Outside of the Fantastic Four, if Reed knew something about him, he wouldn't trust him wholeheartedly.

If Nick Fury caused a lot of trouble because he was both incompetent and too careless...

Once Nard creates trouble, it will definitely not be the type that can be dealt with in a short time.

This guy is capable enough and has an open mind, but he never seems to care much about "safety."

Reed is far more dangerous than Nick Fury.

It's just that the frequency of illness is slightly less.

"Let's do whatever we want.

Anyway, I'm just a combat member.

I’m too lazy to get involved in anything other than fighting.”

Rumlow said without caring at all.

"Afraid? It's really boring.

Now that we have this time, we might as well think about how to deal with those stupid things quickly.

We always leave."
Chapter completed!