At this time, Rumlow's team of eleven people had just recovered from the dizziness after passing through the portal.
It was obviously the first time they had come into contact with this method of teleportation, and each of them felt a little dizzy at this time.
It was like being punched in the back of the head.
Although every elite agent has received anti-vertigo training, this dizziness that is more like a physical effect still takes effect.
Staggering on his feet, the muzzle of the gun could only be pointed at the ground to avoid mistakes that would lead to attrition.
When they fully recovered, they saw a maze-like prison extending in all directions.
This is a randomly generated environment in the secret realm, derived from various experiences in the barbarians' long fighting history.
"team leader!"
An agent shouted softly and pointed the gun in his hand at the dim passage ahead.
As a scout in the team, his sense of danger is even higher than Rumlow's.
At this time, he could feel the palpitating pressure from the darkness that was difficult to see.
As for the stench of sulfur and fishy smell that filled the entire space with the presence of the devil, they didn't care.
In other words, they do not have common sense in the world of Diablo and cannot understand what this smell represents.
"Prepare for battle."
Rumlow did not choose to use tactical gestures, but directly commanded with words.
The situation at this time is obviously not that they are still lurking. The behavior of the investigators has shown that their existence is under the watchful eyes of those who hide danger.
It would be superfluous to conceal at this time.
Rumlow took off the pistol and a flashlight from his waist and shined it into the darkness ahead.
His team members have been divided into three rows and are ready to shoot.
Being at the center of the team, he felt the sense of danger that he had not seen for a long time. This feeling had not appeared for a long time since he became the commander of the special operations team.
"If it weren't for those ghosts."
Rumlow was willing to attribute the source of this feeling to those ghosts beyond recognition. Even under this sense of crisis, he still retained the superiority of hot weapons over cold weapons.
The moment the light from the flashlight illuminated the darkness ahead, his heart began to beat hard.
A huge monster with a body at least three meters away appeared in the sight of these agents. The guy was huge, and the diameter of his waist was almost the same as his height.
The pale skin reminded Rumlow of the corpse that had been soaked in water for a week when he first saw it.
Even the facial features on the wrinkled head were hard to distinguish, except for the rather ferocious big mouth.
The short limbs pushed towards them at a speed that was not suitable for the bloated figure.
In the blink of an eye, the distance of more than fifty meters was shortened rapidly.
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"Their luck is really bad. They met the grotesque demon right away."
In the square outside the Elder's Temple, such a voice came from among the barbarian ancestors eating food.
"What is a grotesque?"
Ancient One asked Bulcaisuo with great interest.
Although I have seen Bulcasso's magnificent fighting career, monsters like the Grotesque are not qualified to remain in Bulcasso's memory in detail.
On the side, Jill looked at the ugly appearance of the grotesque demon, struggled to swallow the roast meat in his mouth, and tried hard to suppress the disgusting emotions in his heart.
Tes, who was pointing the camera at Bulkesso, was a little worried.
"A kind of demon that can be seen everywhere. It's a little stronger than those goat-headed monsters and spiders that can be seen everywhere, but it's also only as strong as it can be."
Bulcaisuo casually stuffed the barbecue at hand into his mouth and spoke in a somewhat vague tone.
This was just a secret realm of the lowest level, and he didn't care about this weird demon. After all, demons of this level couldn't even withstand the strong wind that Bulkeso waved casually.
It's just that the monster's death image won't change much depending on whether the force that killed it is strong or not.
Even if Bulcaisuo used the whirlwind that was enough to destroy the Dark Soul Stone, it was not much different from his casual blow.
They are all beaten into powder and dissipated. What difference does it make to the person being attacked?
"Ha, mage! If you ask Bulcasso, you will only get the answer that there is nothing to say.
The grotesque demons are the first difficult demons that newcomers encounter. They are tough and powerful. The most dangerous thing is that after they die, they will explode and scatter a bunch of disgusting little snakes!
And the explosion was enough to send an unprepared recruit to recuperate."
This outgoing barbarian soul was none other than Vader, who had briefly communicated with Rumlow and the others before.
This guy is much more outgoing than his ancestors who only focused on their own affairs.
After all, he was a businessman when he was alive, unlike those ancient barbarians.
"Are there many such demons in hell?"
Gu Yi was a little curious. From Vader's description, she could tell that this grotesque demon was probably not the lowest level demon.
She could even feel from the picture that this guy might even easily kill the ineffective apprentices she trained.
But in this world, she has dealt with the hell lord Mephisto many times. In the hell of this world, a demon of this strength is at least a leader.
"There are so many, there are so many like locusts that I can't kill them all."
Burcasso chewed the roast meat in his mouth, and opened the beef leg bone to suck the fragrant marrow.
"That guy doesn't even have his own name. Even a businessman like me can kill a guy like this without any pressure. You actually ask if it's many?"
When Vader communicated with Ancient One for the first time, he was shocked by Ancient One's lack of "common sense".
At the other end, Rumlow's team started shooting under the order to fire.
The dense bullets accompanied by the firelight fell on the body of the grotesque demon, making a series of sounds of wooden sticks hitting the cowhide.
The bullet indeed entered the body of the grotesque demon, but they could not see the blood spattering, nor could they see any obvious injuries caused by the bullet.
The huge figure only slowed down its speed of action, maintaining the appearance of not being attacked at all, and still moving resolutely towards Team Rumlow.
"Grenade!"
Rumlow gave the order, and the agents at the front took off a black grenade from their waists.
After pulling the ring apart, he threw it towards the weird demon that was less than thirty meters away from them.
For this front-line combat team, the thirty-meter throwing range is not a problem. They can accurately land the grenade within less than one meter around the target.
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"This thing can probably stop the weird demon's actions, and it's not even close to killing it."
Bulqueso analyzed the power of the grenade based on what he saw from the Internet.
Although the body of the grotesque demon is very strong, the weakest individual in the grotesque demon group is still not strong enough to ignore the damage caused by the grenade.