Chapter 1050 Nazbo’s new “doll”!

Naspo had already finished the matter at hand, and Naspo paid special attention to the soul called Clark Kent.

A soul so powerful, Nazbo, certainly wouldn’t let him wander like this, even if the soul’s independent will was awakened by him.

“I don’t want to sign a contract without knowing each other at all, although your strength really makes me very concerned.” Nazbo looked at the soul in front of him.

He is still hesitant, this soul has already shown enough power when it is incomplete.

Even Nazbo wondered whether his contract could bind the existence in front of him.

“I don’t mind continuing to sleep.” Clark Kent said very casually, he was not such a serious person himself.

If Steve is the kind of noble and persevering, the kind of good man who deserves to be praised. Then Clark is the perfect person, in the realm of people, he has done the best he can do.

The difference between the two is not merely a difference in strength, nor is it a choice made by their nobility.

Although similar, the two should never be compared together.

“Then I will disperse most of the souls you have gathered, but I will keep enough souls for your minimum thinking, and then we may have a stable period of time to get to know each other?” Nazbo made his own suggestion.

“Why not? At least I hope that after I paid a heavy price, human life can be better than what I have experienced. Even a little better is enough to make me happy.” Clark Kent nodded, he Of course he has his own persistence, but he is also more relaxed.

“I’m a little hesitant, because as a human being, you must not forget what anger is, and this world is probably full of reasons for you to be angry.” Nazbo glanced at Clark’s soul, and then made this judgment.

“I think so too, so I want you to break up my soul as much as you can.” Clark smiled.

He knew that he would be angry, and he knew what kind of lethality he would burst out in his anger.

At this time, he is still thinking about more people.

“A kind soul is always willing to guide the way back, at least for humans.” Nazbo said and shook the voodoo doll in his hand.

Then he pulled out his sacrificial knife from the ground, and scratched his finger lightly, a drop of bright red blood exuded some kind of brilliance like a ruby.

“Your body is actually much stronger than you appear to be, isn’t it?” Clark said with a smile.

“Yes, although I look very weak because of the contract. But my total life force is there, it’s only temporarily lent to other souls for use. As for you, I probably won’t sign that kind of thing. With a simple exchange of contracts, I may not be able to provide the huge vitality your soul needs.” Nazbo didn’t mean to cover up.

Nazpo was always eccentric and silent when confronted with a full human being. But when facing the soul, he was extraordinarily frank.

As the top soul master in the Nephalem, he firmly believes that he cannot judge whether a soul is complete or not through his body.

But he believed that all souls had no secrets when they appeared before him.

“I don’t have that kind of thought. Right now, I probably just want to see the current world. It might be better if I could meet my former friends.” Clark smiled heartily. Remembrance, without much regret.

This performance made Nazpo’s favor with Clark a little higher.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to turn your soul into a zombie dog, then turn it into a ghost, those little guys are the safest form of soul existence I have. As long as it’s not against the rules of Baal These little guys can’t be killed,” Nazpo said.

Ghost baby army, this move is also a big move for witch doctors. The soul in Nazbo’s hands can be roughly divided into four or five grades.

A sinister but powerful enough soul that he would use to fill the body of a zombie dog. The lethality of the zombie dogs in Nazbo’s hands is so amazing that even an elite-level demon can’t face these little guys one-on-one.

But being a zombie dog is not such a pleasant experience, the kind of perpetually smelling the rotten odor of his own body and biting at those disgusting demons.

This is Nazbo’s punishment for those souls. And for those souls who do all evil but are not strong enough, Nazbo does not have a good way to punish them.

It simply turned them into a kind of soul eater and fire bat. Once the soul in the devoured soul is released, no matter how many results are caused, it cannot escape the ending of annihilation.

All such souls need to experience is the despair that those beings hurt at their hands have experienced.

As for the soul in the fire bat, it is pure fuel, and it is enough to feel the pain of tearing and burning as the end while flying.

As for those souls who were turned into spiders and toads, most of them were not good people. The soul that Nazbo thought was a good man was actually by his side.

Nazbo’s army of ghosts is such a soul, and as for the souls of other good people, Nazbo is redemption for them.

Every time he blows the arrow, Nazbo will rip off a little bit of soul fragments from the enemy he hits, and he is using his own means to mend the souls of those ghosts.

The cruel Nazbo is actually always gentle. It’s just that his tenderness is more for the deceased, and the living rarely have the opportunity to experience Nazpo’s emotions.

“I don’t have any opinion on this, or I just wanted to talk about something at first. Of course, it would be better if you could help me find someone.” Clark smiled.

“I’ll take you all over the planet, and if it’s your destiny, you’ll meet the person you want to meet.” Nazpo said comforting words.

After the previous conversation, Nazpo was willing to do a little for Clark’s soul. Anyway, this is just an incidental matter, and it will not delay Nazbo’s original plan at all.

“Thank you, then.” Clark took the initiative to show his soul unguarded when he spoke.

He knew where his strengths were, and with that body he was so powerful that the gods shuddered.

But he lost his body and only his soul was left. Although he was still powerful, he was no longer invincible as he once was!

He has never been good at facing the power of magic, even if his powerful soul makes ordinary magic unable to hurt him, it is only in the

It’s just within the “normal” range. Nazbo shook the voodoo doll, and the blood on his fingers escaped as he danced, then began to swirl to the rhythm of Nazbo’s dance.

A drop of blood doesn’t know what’s going on, but it gives people an extremely heavy feeling. The blood continued to stretch, and then turned into a layer of light red veil, shrouding the souls of Nazpo and Clark together.

There was Nazbo’s strange and rhythmic voice in the air, desolate, distant, with a thick savage aura!

When Nazbo’s figure reappeared from the veil, he had a small voodoo doll on his shoulder.

The voodoo doll wears a mask that looks like a bamboo basket, and there is a mask on the chest that looks like it is smeared with blood on the fingers.

“s”!

“Does this mark represent hope in your hometown?” Nazpo said softly to the voodoo doll.

“Yes, I heard you say that there is an archangel of hope in your world? I want to meet him if I have the chance.” Clark’s voice became a bit harsh, which is a very common situation.

After processing a soul, if the soul does not change at all, then this is definitely not Nazbo’s method.

He is the one who is best at changing the soul form of all the beings that are good at the realm of the soul.

Even he cannot change the form of the soul without affecting it. So Clark’s voice is a bit like a child in the voice-changing period, and his eyes are harsh.

“It’s her, Auriel is a woman, although I’m also curious why the archangel also needs gender distinction.” Nazbo corrected.

“Maybe because they are not the kind of angels in the concept? It’s like the gods should be completely different from humans.” Clark said with a smile.

“Maybe, at least those archangels are not without desires.” Nazbo sneered, and then he glanced at Hellboy who had finished resting and planned to continue driving in the distance.

“Let’s go, my short-term goal is to follow that guy.” Nazbo pointed in the direction of Hellboy.

“Whatever you want, I’m just a storyteller, I have no goals.” Clark had no objection at all.

He may be more open-minded than he imagined. …In the burning hell, the ranks of the legendary barbarians who are still slaughtering are temporarily resting.

There were no demons around them. Baal had only been thrown into the Burning Hell before, but these legendary barbarians had nothing to fear.

But it’s not without benefits after Baal’s return, at least those trash demons now have a command, and it’s not as simple as simply charging.

“Hey, the demons can’t be killed anyway. Shall we charge towards the center of the Burning Hell?” Andakurgas asked Gruchak.

Among the people here, although Hilabor is the guy who is most like the core, Hilabor’s popularity is not very good.

Andakurgas prefers to talk to Gluchak.

“I don’t think this is necessary. We are here to tell the Burning Hell our attitude, no matter when they need to pay for their actions.” Gluchak He washed his hands and wiped the blood off his body at will.

There are no germs in a demon’s blood. This thing is actually very effective for sterilization and disinfection, but ordinary people can’t try it.

Everything that a less powerful being touches a demon has the potential to become corrupt…it’s sad.

Because the weaker the existence, the more powerful the demon can feel from everything that the demon has contaminated.

On the contrary, it was like Gruchak and the others who were already strong enough. Wisdom expressed disdain after coming into contact with the traces of demons.

As for guys who can make them feel powerful, most of them are unlikely to have any attraction to them.

Because those guys are deadly enemies, there is no room for manoeuvre. The barbarian elder who was corrupted back then was not corrupted by fear of Baal and Mephisto. He was forced to that extent by the never-settling war and the army of demons.

It was his own fault, of course, so the barbarian never intended to put it on the archangels or demons.

However, there are too many grievances and hatreds between the archangel and the demon and the Nephalem, in fact, there is no shortage of this one.

“This time Bourkeso didn’t say how far we need to play, or that we can continue to kill in this place as long as we want.” Coutur pinched his fist.

The constant punching and shredding or shredding demons made him feel a little tedious. Among the demons, there are very few guys who simply like wrestling. Even if there are a few big guys who are willing to try occasionally, they always make small tricks when wrestling.

Like a catapult attack with a tongue, a sneak attack with a bone spur from a joint, etc. Although Coutur is used to this kind of thing, he still gets angry.

Because it’s not pure wrestling.

“It’s fun to drown demons in their own blood.” Calgar waved the flag in his hand casually.

The flag was covered in blood, and it looked a bit more violent. Calgar spread out the flag and laid it flat on the plasma. Cleaning his own flag was one of his few hobbies.

“Hey, Coutur or Gruchak, either of you two can give this place a kick, I need a giant pit!” Orongus shouted to the barbarians in front of him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The plasma didn’t have much effect on the guys in front, but it was a little troublesome for Orongus.

He had a little trouble gathering the power of the ground.

“How big is that giant pit?” Hilabor said. This place is a plain, and the blood of the demon’s flesh and blood has already submerged their calves.

How big is a crater so Orongus doesn’t get affected by blood when he uses the Ancient Spear?

“I suggest Orongus that you extract the power of the ground from a place, so that you can at least dig a deep pit under your feet.” Andakurgas said with a loud voice.

“By the way, who of you knows what’s under the ground of Burning Hell?” Hilabor asked suddenly.

As soon as the question came out, the legendary barbarians fell silent. In the past, they rarely had the opportunity to come to the Burning Hell, and naturally they would not know what was under the ground of the Burning Hell.

This question is particularly attractive to them.

“Yin Na, can you help us blow up a deep pit on the ground of the Burning Hell?” Hilabor asked Yin Na, who was watching them outside, with a loud voice.

“I don’t have that kind of energy, although I’m also a little curious.” Yin Na’s voice came over in a vague way~