you……"

Nazbo didn't finish his words.

Because he was forcefully interrupted by Vera.

"I'll find a way to wipe your neck.

If you feel in danger and stand up straight so that I can't reach your neck, I will stab your kidneys!"

Vera's answer is very simple.

But it was enough for Nazbo to give up his previous example.

"So I also hate it when someone kills my summons.

Even if it’s just an accident.”

Natsubo said and glanced at Bulkeso.

"Then just summon your zombie behemoth, okay?

That thing can withstand beatings!

At least I won't chop it into pieces for you in a few minutes."

Bulcasso didn't even raise his eyes.

"Well, since you want to see it, let him come out for a show?

Well, those guys figured it out.

so be it."

Nazbo muttered to himself, took out a ring and put it on his finger.

Bulcasso recognized the name of the ring just at a glance.

Little Devil's Finger...

This thing can change the zombie monster summoned by the witch doctor from one very large one to three relatively large ones.

Although there is a slight change in body shape, the combat effectiveness will not be reduced.

It has even been enhanced.

"You're still wearing 'Tusker and Theo'?"

Bulcaisel glanced at the three zombie-not-so-giant beasts that somehow managed to get up from the ground of the crystal dome.

The conclusion was drawn immediately.

The movement speed of those three guys was a little too agile.

"Huh? Doesn't this guy like to be shirtless as much as you do?

Why is he still wearing his gear?"

Vera glanced at Nazebo and asked with a puzzled expression.

"The guy put clear dye on all his gear.

This old bastard Nazebo is as sinister as ever."

Bulcasso took a swig of wine and said.

It cannot be said that it is a bad thing that an old friend is still cunning and cunning...

After all, you have to fight something like a demon or become extra powerful.

Or learn to let those demons who cannot control you despise yourself.

Anyway, these two paths are ways to ensure that the Nephalem can continue fighting in the longer term.

Both are quite useful.

The former has no fear of life and death and constantly challenges more powerful enemies to make himself stronger.

The latter costs more time and maintains its crushing on the devil for a long time. ①

"how about you?

Are you actually wearing a battle armor?"

Vera reached out and touched Bulcaisuo's chest, as if she wanted to hear the sound of knocking on the armor...probably...

"I've tried it before, and this guy is really shirtless."

Nazebo looked at Vera with some deep meaning and said.

He had already tried it before when he and Bulqueso were hooking up.

The conclusion is that Bulcaisel really didn't wear armor.

"I thought you were hooking up with me because you missed me.

Then you told me you just wanted to know if I was as sinister as you?"

Bulcaisel casually threw the black bread in his hand towards Nazebo.

That bread gave Natsubo a headshot.

But the bread exploded into powder.

"The way the dust is exploding... you can't be wearing a mask of blind faith on your head, right?

Does this thing have any effect on witch doctors?"

Bulqueso asked with some trouble.

“Couldn’t it be that this guy transformed the helmet into a blind faith visor?

Instead, he painted his equipment with transparent dye.

Is it normal to transform into another person by the way?"

Vera said angrily.

"I still underestimated your insidiousness."

Bulcasso was stunned for a moment before speaking...

"Being more prepared is not a bad thing.

Is it better for me to do this than for one of you barbarians to get hacked to death because he hesitated about which of his spare weapons to use?"

Natsubo had no shame at all.

There doesn't seem to be anything to be ashamed of.

Demons can create traps to harm the Nephalem, so why can't the Nephalem use some tricks to play with the demon's feelings?

Letting demons experience frustration is also Natsubo's greatest pleasure.

Is it normal for a guy who is always dealing with souls to be a little perverted?

…

In the place that used to be the Plains of Despair.

Yin Na appeared here holding her lower back.

A cut on her lower back was oozing blood...

Obviously the blow Vera gave her was not easy at all.

"Craig, I think it's time for me to meet the powerful people in this world.

We need allies and helpers.

After all, the enemies we will encounter in the future will not just be on the level of Rakanos."

There was no fluctuation in the tone of Yin Na's conversation with Craig.

It was as if I had never seen anything before.

"So what are you going to do with this Ulena?"

Craig pretended not to notice Yin Na's movements of covering her lower back.

Although he was also curious about who hurt Yin Na, he didn't intend to ask at this time.

Facing a strong man who blew up the Plains of Despair with just one Phantom Body Technique, Craig was not so blind as to ask about the opponent's injuries.

He was just the reincarnation of Karasim and Vandaloni, and he did not become those two monks.

Although Craig has many of the habits and ways of thinking of a monk, he also retains the cunning and foresight of his little self.

"You can resurrect her. As for whether you want to do this or not, it depends on your own will."

This is what Yin Na said to Craig.

But her meaning is actually quite obvious.

If she didn't want to resurrect Ulena, she wouldn't have specifically mentioned the matter of resurrection.
To be continued...