I even suspect that the purpose of this guy opening the field is to force others to fight with him!

All the people from the Tagus tribe are bastards!"

Mocott said angrily.

It’s not that you’re afraid that you won’t be able to defeat the opponent, it’s normal that you won’t be able to defeat them.

After Gruchak opened his domain, even barbarians like Cassius and Kotur, who were at their peak in bare-handed combat, could not defeat the bastard Gruchak...

The fact that Gruchak has a body similar to that of Kotur is not at all due to talent!

Gruchak's physical talent is actually not that outstanding, and his innate conditions are no match for Kotur.

But he is able to have such an exaggerated body shape now entirely because of how much sweat and effort this guy has put in...

According to Gruchak, the muscles on his body will never betray him.

In this field, even if Mocott wants to mobilize his anger, it is a bit difficult.

Especially if you want to condense your anger into substance and reach the point where it can burn your soul.

"I understand why the barbarians of the Tagus tribe are not welcome.

But these guys are really reliable when it comes to fighting demons."

Rumlow touched his backpack, trying to find a cigar.

Then there were no cigars left in his backpack.

"Constantine, give me a cigarette! I want the silk card you like, not that damn soul thing!"

Rumlow waved to Constantine.

"It's easy to say, but this cigarette can only be lent to you.

When the time comes, you have to give it to me in exchange, and you still owe me a favor."

Constantine forced out a somewhat flattering smile, and then threw the entire box of cigarettes in his hand before Rumlow could object.

"If you have a way to get out of here, do it quickly.

After I get out, I’m willing to use my entire month’s salary to buy you cigarettes.”

Rumlow's eyes were staring at Constantine, as if he believed that Constantine could come up with such a plan.

"You trust me more than Dr. Reed.

I would rather give it a try, it would be even better if I could take away the legendary demon with only one eyeball left."

Constantine turned his head and looked at Gruchak, who was still fighting with the eyeballs in his hand.

"But I need a guarantee.

It's not like I haven't been to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas before. That person was able to come to this place with such strength.

Don't lie to me and say that there is no permission from Bulcaisel here.

So I need to know specific things.

To be precise, if I open this field, will it ruin the plan of Bulcaisuo?"

Constantine's words were directed at Mocott.

After all, that guy Gruchak doesn't seem to care about this kind of thing.

Although Gruchak proved not long ago that he is just not smart and not stupid.

But this kind of question is obviously not something that an unintelligent person can know the answer to.

Constantine was a little hesitant, although the direction of the development of the situation was not too good for him.

But it's not so bad that he has to take action.

The worst he could do was to be beaten violently, and it was not like he had never experienced this kind of thing before.

Could it be that the feeling of being beaten by Gruchak is more painful than the feeling of King Shark lying on his back?

Well, that’s a pain in two senses of the word…

Facing Constantine's question, Mocott also hesitated.

He wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, and he didn't know if Bulqueso had already figured it out.

But the sense of crisis deep in his heart was growing little by little.

This feeling is not pleasant!

Mocott felt that his head was a little confused.

There are not many barbarians who can see through other people's calculations, and most of them are still concentrated in the Tagus tribe.

Not all those bastards are guys like Gruchak.

Hailab and Banal are actually very smart, but they were the only ones who noticed something was wrong with Bulcasso.

Mocott was unaware of this problem.

"If something happens, I will make up for it!"

Mocott's voice became calmer and full of power.

He is well aware of it!

He has been around long enough, and he was ready to sacrifice when he trapped the hammer with his weak body.

If he needs to sacrifice now, it will just be that the sacrifice comes a little later than he expected.

Mocott doesn't care about the result!

And if you do this, you can also avoid being pushed to the floor by Gruchak with a blaster...

"It's really scary, you are all full of determination.

Just how far can you go with your determination?"

Lucien's voice sounded with some trembling.

It sounds like you are talking distractedly while your ribs are being squeezed by a hydraulic press...

"everything!"

A small flame flashed out from Mocott's body.

Substantial anger can emerge from Gruchak's belief in power, and Mocott is obviously furious.

"Okay, just don't blame me when the time comes.

It shouldn’t be a problem if I want to use the power of these demons and angels, right?”

Constantine pointed to the remains of the demons and Dutianlings that had been smashed into pieces on the ground and said.

"Can you tell that Du Tianling is an angel?"

Mocott was a little surprised.

"Forget it, it's up to you.

Anyway, there won’t be any big problems.”

Mocott said a little impatiently.

The sense of crisis deep inside spreads very quickly.

Mocott suddenly thought that this situation was very similar to what it was like before the barbarian prophets awakened.

Most of the barbarian prophets awaken before certain disasters come.

This is Inaris' love for his children.

To say that Inarius's favorite child is probably the first generation Bulkatho.

As the eldest brother, the first generation Bulkesso assumed the heaviest responsibility in the family.

This love also extends to the descendants of the first generation of Bulcasso.

"Okay, let me see if I can make a body out of the remains of these angels and demons.

Maybe I can recreate the miracle that humans create humans."

Constantine's words made Dr. Reed look askance!

This approach naturally reminded him of the Jim Hammond whom Constantine mentioned before!

Artificial man, artificial soul!

But Dr. Reed couldn't figure out how this approach would help open up Gruchak's field!

"If it succeeds, the guy born will be the first-generation Nephalem.

Although he is not a child of knowledge and destiny, what are the chances of him being born powerful?"

Constantine seemed to be telling his plan, or talking to himself.

Except for Gruchak, who was still fighting with Lucien's eyes, everyone present was focused on Constantine!
Chapter completed!