Just as the three barbarian ancestors in hell were explaining their senses about the devil of hell, their bodies gradually became illusory.
Although they could have continued to be active in a physical form, the premise was that Bulcaisel did not call their ancestors again.
At this time, Bulkesso needed to let them do something, which led to the current situation.
On the other side of the space-time rift, Bulcaisel didn't see anything strange, but a huge planet seemed to be locked, surrounded by densely packed spaceships and pepper pots that were already covered with tentacles.
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“Time? What does it mean?”
Burkeso was a little troubled by what he saw.
According to his superficial understanding of the rules, time in this place does not just slow down or speed up as those guys said before.
Rather, it is locked in a strange state, like a picture.
Anyway, Bulcaisel can't figure out the nature of time, and the rules have always been stingy towards lives with incomplete souls.
As for the purpose of Bulkesso's trip, there is still no trace of the Hell Demon King hiding here.
This made him a little messy.
After all, a chase without any trace was more like a headless fly wandering around.
Destroying everything just to find the shadow of the Hell Demon King? That kind of approach is not within the scope of Bulkeso's consideration.
“Destruction!”
Not far away, a pepper shaker with tentacles made a mechanical sound.
For these guys who have received genetic modification, machinery is their body.
Some golden remnants of paint can still be barely seen between the densely packed tentacles. This guy's mechanical body stretched out an arm like a toilet shovel and fired a laser at Bulkeso.
This laser also penetrated the tentacles of this monster that was swinging around. Judging from the unimpeded attack, this monster seemed to have little sense.
This is a rare thing for Daleks.
No matter how much these guys act like monsters, they are all intelligent beings.
Crazy is an emotion that should not exist for them.
Even apart from obeying higher-level commands, thinking is not very common for the Daleks at the bottom.
"ha?"
Burkeso did not let out a war cry, but just let out a strange admiration.
He looked at the laser with a strange expression as it flew past him. If it was an attack, it would have deviated a lot, at least it would not pose the slightest threat.
A guy who can't even hit the target shouldn't be considered a big threat.
Even though the power of that laser made Bulcaisuo a little curious, it was already comparable to the power displayed by the top-notch Earthbreaker attack.
Although it is nothing to Bulcaisuo, none of the new barbarian recruits can withstand such a blow.
I don't care too much about the monster Bul Keso in front of me, it is just a thing that can be dish.
Even though he was a little displeased by the very Iron Box Barr aura about him, he had more important things to do now.
“Andariel, tell me who is hiding here? Azmodan or Baal!”
Burkeso directly asked Andariel, who was sealed in the dark soul stone, in a threatening tone. Although he didn't think he would get a real answer, it was easy to ask.
Although that guy behaves like a descendant of Baal, Baal never does anything like corruption.
Destruction is always straightforward, even if it is calculated, it is not secretive.
“I don’t know, I’m serious.”
Andalil also had some doubts in her tone.
She could feel that her brother's aura did exist in this place, but at this time it was difficult to distinguish the specific source.
But Andalil won’t tell Bulcaisu exactly how she feels. Anyway, she is free to say whatever she wants.
There was nothing Bulcaisel could do to make her shut up or tell the truth.
“You know, Malthael will definitely come to this world. If you don’t want to be killed by that guy, you’d better cooperate with me.”
Bulkiso took out the mace of Wu Ming again and smashed the shell of the wild Dalek. Then he looked at the flesh and blood body that had lost its shell and began to expand rapidly. There was a rare look on Bulkiso's face.
He showed a disgusted expression.
Now he can almost determine whose handiwork everything here is. This kind of corruption and transformation can only be liked by the evil demon king.
At least half of the demons with surnames came from that guy's hands, including Siege Beasts, Gaom, etc., it's all a mess.
"We will not fail, he has lost the container to devour us. As long as you are corrupted, everything will return to the way it was at the beginning."
Andalil said something that was hard to distinguish between true and false.
It was a good thing that Andalil no longer used noisy voices to stir up Bulcasso's emotions, but it was also a bad start.
Those who communicate with the Demon King of Hell generally do not end well.
Burkeso didn’t take this to heart at all.
Mathael can swallow the power and part of the origin of the Archangels just like Diavolo swallowed his brothers and sisters without any impact, then he can swallow the origin of the Demon King of Hell.
Furthermore, when Malthael became "death", he had already obtained the power of the Seven Demon Kings.
“Azmodan! The guy here is Azmodan!”
Burkeso shouted like a broken thought, and then he used the Ancestor Summoning skill again.
So the figures of the three ancestors in hell disappeared and appeared in this place instead.
It's just that their bodies look a little fragile.
The connection between the Holy Mountain of Harrogath and the world on the other side of the space-time rift is somewhat weak, so these ancestors were weakened a lot when they appeared here.
As for Bulcasso, all his power comes from himself and will naturally not be weakened by changes in the environment.
I have to say that being a hero is sometimes more comfortable than being a god who is the embodiment of rules.
At least it will not be weakened by a world without such rules at all.
However, if a rules god can pass on rules that the world does not have, then perhaps more things can be gained.
Apparently Azmodan in this world has done this.
The concept of time is always relative.
Just like someone might question "God made the sun on the fourth day, so what is the basis for measuring time in the first three days?"
"You actually summoned us. Is there anything difficult here?"
Madoc waved the weapon on his hand and asked with some strangeness.
“We haven’t had time to kill those nasty things yet, and it seems like we don’t need to fight around here.”
Colik glanced at the surrounding environment, and then chopped the expanding Dalek body into pieces with an axe.
"Wow, it feels good. This guy reminds me of those powerful demons from that time."
Kirk felt the touch of splitting the monster's body on his hand, and roared in surprise.
The body of the Dalek is actually quite fragile. It originally had a soft, mud-like posture.
But after being transformed by Azmodan, the speed of this creature's transformation was a bit exaggerated, but even the emotion of obedience disappeared.
The Daleks' senseless madness prevents these guys from showing their original powerful power.
Technology is, after all, not something that a lunatic can play around with. It requires knowledge and action to build power together.
“You want us to help you find the Hell Demon King hiding here?”
Cassius shook his fist and asked, then turned his attention to the planet in the distance that looked like a picture.
“Go and find it, I always feel that there is not only such a little space in the world here.”
Burkeso said with a frown, the trouble was beyond imagination.
It ended up being a boring game of hide-and-seek.
“I hope you won’t stay here for too long, after all, your presence is inseparable over there for the time being.”
After Cassius finished his sentence, he rushed towards the twisted group of Daleks. Fighting was his favorite thing.
Finding people is just fun after fighting.
While Bulcaisel and the three ancestors were looking for Azmodan's whereabouts, the battle at St. Paul's Cathedral finally took place.
Constantine has determined that the magic that only attacks the soul has the opportunity to defeat the Cybermen without any hindrance.
Those guys know nothing about the soul, so they are all freshmen in the course of how to protect the soul.
“Supreme Mage, you can prepare, just like you did when you pulled my soul out of my body. I don’t think these guys know how to get their souls back into this iron can.”
Constantine thought of a simpler way. He wanted to see what the souls of these transformed Cybermen would look like.
This is worth looking forward to.
Gu Yi glanced at Constantine coldly, then turned around and continued to fight.
Compared to what Constantine thought about, she didn't want to try it at all.
The actions between the Cyberman's soul and body are completely inconsistent, and the painful cry coming from the soul is enough to make people feel uneasy.
People at different levels will have completely different ideas. It is as if Odin, who can hear the voice, is just silently bringing relief to these poor people.
Mechanical ascension is just a joke after all.
The human soul will remain in the body because the body has not completely died, but a completely uncontrolled body and mind will cause the two to split.
Until the moment when the soul can do nothing but cry.
This again involves a debate, whether the soul controls the body or the body controls the soul.
For a group of people at the top of mysticism, the soul is the source of all power.
This is something that people who are immersed in technology have a hard time understanding.
After all, for them, the existence of the soul is a question, and this doubt will last until they die.
“Get rid of them, Ancient One Mage! I can block those guys while you prepare.”
Rorschach roared in a voice that was almost a roar, but his tone was strangely calm.
Just hearing Doctor Who and their discussion about the birth of the Cybermen made it impossible to ignore this agent of justice.
“Man is born free” is not a slogan for Rorschach, he truly believes this.
The person being manipulated is weak to him, so he needs to be "rescued".
Although it seems like the mental journey of a paranoid man, this is the true thought of Rorschach as a being, and it is also his justice.
“It’s a pity that only at this time will I look forward to death.”
Gu muttered something quietly.
The justice given by death is the best relief for this soul.
With these words spoken, Gu Yi handed over his front-row fighting position to Rorschach, and silently walked to the back row, still chanting those weird spells.
As the symbol and master of white magic, Vishandi has many similar spells.
The most effective of these is simply to send these souls directly to the kingdom of death.
This relief could not be better for the Cybermen.
At this time, in the Kingdom of Death, Death, who was sitting on the throne, watched all this happen without saying a word.
Although she really wanted to make an expression, it was a bit difficult for others to make expressions with the skeleton's face.
“I don’t want to see the mage who is destined to live forever again, so my brother, are you sure you want me to go there in person?”
The voice of death rang in the ears of eternity, and eternity nodded imperceptibly.
A race that exists in a completely different world can also be of great help to this world.
The world needs to be upgraded! Start with those souls from other worlds.