Chapter 302: Send Bulcasso to the divine level! (10,000-word chapter)
The Seven Demon Kings of Hell is actually just a somewhat weak collective name.
For humans, the seven demon kings are equally full of dangers. After all, there are not many beings who have the ability to say no to the seven demon kings.
Andariel seems to be the least ambitious of the seven demon kings, just like the big bug Duriel, who is simply satisfying his hobbies hidden deep in his soul.
But this does not mean that they do not have any city.
"Andalil, you will say it before I find a way to devour you."
When Bulcasso said this, he touched the tattoo on his chest with his hand and his tone was very stern.
You can even feel the cruelty coming from the demon blood.
"You have never been the existence we feared the most, Bulcaisel. You have lost the nobility of your soul. What is the difference between you and a killing machine now?
You don't even have That guy Volusk scares me even more than that brainless idiot Cassius.”
There was disdain in Andariel's voice, and Azmodan, who was also imprisoned in the Dark Soul Stone, had some changes in his view of Andariel.
“You have no hobbies. You only like strong liquor because it can give you a sting.
You have no hope, no desire, and no ambition.
< br>Bulkess, tell me what is the meaning of your existence? Is it just noble devotion?
You are like a body without self, just because you heard the instigation of those archangels? Made this choice.
What is the difference between the actions of those archangels and ours? ”
Andalil’s voice stated his views on all this with sarcasm.
Bulkasso could even think of Andalil’s disgusting and charming body getting her hair done. Silk, a beautiful expression with cruelty and viciousness is exuding charm.
“I heard people’s wails and saw children’s tears.
I feel heartbreaking despair and hatred for you.
Andalil, you are a complete soul, but you have never had the opportunity to feel the sublimity of mankind! "
Bulkessor said lightly.
This is what he means, but it is not all.
"There is no difference between us and the Archangel. Corrupting countless people, they only 'infected' the strongest among humans. In the end - you humans, the Nephalem - will only serve as nourishment for the rules. "
What Andariel said at this time made Azmodan silent in response.
Azmodan felt that he should consider changing his approach to Andariel.
What Andariel is showing now is beyond the understanding of Azmodan, the king of crime.
How much do the seven demon kings of hell know each other? Although they have coexisted for a long time, they look at each other more with conspiracy.
Cooperation, but still hostile.
Every hell demon wants to become a great demon, but Diavolo has gone the furthest on this path.
"You mean Rathma is beyond your control? Or is Bulcasso the same?"
Bulkasso unscrewed the seal of the wine bottle and took a deep drink in his mouth.
The quality of spirits? Bulkesso didn't care about that.
As for the tingling sensation, Andalil is right.
He just liked the tingling sensation.
Gaining power never comes without a price.
As a price for surpassing Cassius' mastery of ignoring pain, Bulcaisel feels very slow.
So he has no requirements for the taste of food, and the sense of taste is just a powerful sacrifice for Bulkesso itself.
He didn't feel anything about Andariel's seductive words.
On the contrary, he paid attention to different things, such as Andariel avoiding talking about Rasma.
"Rathma wants to awaken her mother. How do you think Lilith, the mother we share with the Nephalem, will treat Malthael?"
"Malthael will make Lilith understand the meaning of death. ”
Bulkasso intends to end this conversation. The language often seems empty.
As a bridge of communication, language is only useful when two parties need to communicate.
But now Bulcaisuo has no intention of getting to know the Demon King of Hell.
"Hehehe~ Bulcaisel, I deceived you into thinking that you are not as unambitious as I thought, or that your ambition is not comparable to that of Volusk."
Andalil A string of laughter like silver bells was left behind.
Who would dedicate himself so noblely and even be willing to lose himself?
Hero?
Andalil has seen too many heroes in her life, but none of them are as determined as Bulcasso.
A hero without ambition or purpose would not be as determined as Bulcaisel.
"Ambition? Maybe so. But before that I have to give you a home!"
Bulkessor roared rudely, and Bulkesso's voice could be heard from all over the Holy Mountain. The sound was like tongues of fire in a furnace, constantly devouring.
"Bulkessor!"
Leoric's voice sounded at the right time, and the Skeleton King's burly skeleton appeared in front of Bulkesso.
Craig has obtained the memory belonging to Karashim, and now Skeleton King is no longer entangled.
The way Bulcaisso behaves now seems to be no different from when he was driven crazy by Diavolo.
So he is worried.
"Leorric, I'm glad to see you standing here."
Bulkessor said to Leoric expressionlessly.
His hand kept rubbing the mouth of the wine bottle, and his rough fingers made an unpleasant sound on the glass bottle mouth.
"Although you will not be as defenseless against the persecution of the Hell Demon as I am, you are already standing on the edge of danger."
"I'm sorry for Leah. . Leoric.”
Bulkeso finally had the chance to say this to Leoric.
"Bulkesso, tell me about my granddaughter. I think she must be an upright child like Aidan."
Leoric let out a long exhale.
Although he no longer had the conditions to exhale, the lament from his soul still made everyone feel his regret.
"Leah, she is very kind. Kinder than me, Kane, and even Auriel."
Bulkessor organized his words and sat directly on the ground .
I sat directly on the ground in the snow of the Holy Mountain, and my whole body sank into the snow.
"But you know, Leah has no one to guide her in gaining strength, even though she is a powerful warrior in the eyes of ordinary people.
But compared to the Demon King of Hell, she is far behind.
She never complained, even when she watched Kane’s body turn to ashes in the flames.”
Bulkessor spoke slowly.
When Bulcasso met Leah, Sonya and Li Min were already with Leah.
The monk Karasim was like a guide, constantly helping Leah.
"Leoric, you know. The human kingdom is always changing, and there are only a few ways to gain strength that are truly inherited. Before Canduras, The Kingdom of Darkness was also destroyed.
There are only a few ways to become stronger."
Leoric was silenced by Bulcaisel's words.
Whether it is the destroyed kingdoms or the wanderers.
There are also extremely powerful warriors among them.
But apart from the professions and ethnic groups represented by the first generation Nephalem, there is no longer a way to become stronger stably.
Leoric is very strong, there is no doubt about that.
Before he became the Skeleton King, he was still a powerful warrior enough to make the Demon King of Hell face him.
It's even hard to say whether Leoric is stronger alive or as Skeletor.
But that is not a path to becoming a strong person with benchmarks.
"When I was alive...forget it. It seems that you don't want to talk to me about the past. Bulcaisel, your long life has allowed you to witness the rise and fall of Khanduras. Those things are important to you. It’s not a legend, it’s the past.”
A faint blue light flashed in Leoric’s empty eyes.
That is the soul of Skeleton King.
He exists, so this skeleton can be as clean as new.
"That was yesterday! Leoric!"
Bulkessor roared a little uncontrollably.
The ancestors not far away are silently paying attention to everything happening here.
For the immortal Nephalem, many things happened just yesterday.
Leiko clasped her hands on her chest and lowered her head.
She felt some discomfort in her throat, but she didn't think about clearing her throat.
Just "yesterday", she lost her lover.
That is unforgettable.
So Leiko believed in fate and even received the favor of Israel.
"Bulkess, you are the courage of the barbarians."
Tarik appeared next to Bulkaiso, and put his thick arm on Bulkaiso's shoulder.
"You are the king of the barbarians, but you don't seem to be that competent. You are the only king among the barbarian leaders in the past who have made the barbarians a rare group."
Madoc said He stuck his ax into the ground and rubbed his chin with one hand as he spoke.
"But you are also the most noble king, but you are a little less selfish."
Kolic stood beside the Skeleton King and patted Leoric on the shoulder.
The three ancestors are not the predecessors of Bulcaisuo, they are partners.
Grow together and fight together until the moment of death.
So there are many things that only the three of them can say to Bulkesso.
"The king should not be a saint, Bulcasso, but you are an exception."
Worusk said quietly while standing on the cliff in the distance.
Without desire, there will be no possession.
Being noble means not plundering.
Be kind and think that fighting is always the last choice.
But only Bulkesso, who is the least like a king, is the king trusted by all barbarians.
“Bulkess, that’s so interesting.”
Azmodan finally found a chance to speak.
In his opinion, now is the best opportunity to corrupt Bulkesso.
Having problems pointed out by familiar people can easily breed evil.
Azmodan sensed a familiar scent, and with some guidance, evil would spread.
People have always been like this, negative emotions always emerge in endlessly.
Therefore, Azmodan, the King of Sin, is the most difficult demon king of hell to defeat.
"But I am the king of the barbarians! You should respect the king a little more!"
Bulkessor ignored Azmodan's voice in his mind.
He shouted loudly to the soul in front of him.
"No king would do everything himself, Bulcaisel."
Talik pulled out the Token of Shame and stuck it next to Madoc's giant axe.
Kelik also pulled out his giant ax and stuck it on the ground.
Three huge heavy weapons are intertwined together, like a mountain peak.
"Woo~"
A rough sound broke through the air, and Warusk's gravel hammer landed heavily on the weapon mountain.
The Immortal King's gravel hammer is emitting a dazzling blood-red light.
The original legendary weapon carries the light of the soul of the person who shaped the legend.
The blood-red color is Volusk's soul.
As the red light flashed on the Immortal King's gravel hammer.
The three legendary weapons of Proof of Shame, Madoc’s Sorrow, and the Power of Bastion also began to shine.
Tarik's evidence of shame is filled with gray regret, and his soul is gray with hope and pain.
Mardoc's giant ax is emitting a faint blue light, which is sadness.
Mardoc, the battle prophet, has always been sad because he knew the outcome of the battle. His giant ax became a little rusty and full of depression.
Madoc, the rudest, has been immersed in utter sadness.
Bastin's power exudes warm firelight, but it only turns into a cool orange in an instant, and is gradually changing towards incandescence.
Korik's soul is full of cherishing life, warm but cruel.
The incomparable love for life fills him with rage in battle.
The battle is ultimately fought to take away lives, so Korik's soul is the purest anger.
"Bulkesser, you have never created a legend, have you?"
Leoric looked at the scene in front of him and asked with some confusion.
Bulcaisel has yet to truly create his own legend, and no one knows what color his soul will be.
Perhaps Malthael knew this, because when he was fighting Bulkatho, the power of death would make him see different things.
"Legend is the strength you leave behind after the end."
Bulkessor looked at the hill made up of several weapons, and casually took out Oath Keeper and Mercy.
The two legendary weapons are radiating brilliance.
The Oathkeepers of Andacoul'Gath are gray with hate.
The traitor brother Andacurgas killed with his own hands showed no mercy, only anger filled with hatred.
Mocott’s compassion exudes the green color full of love for life.
Mocott, who has no mercy for all crimes and named his weapon after "No Mercy", is the one who can't bear to watch his life pass away.
Some guys, as long as they live, they will make it impossible for others to live.
So even though he couldn't bear it, Mocott was trying to persuade himself not to show mercy.
"And I! Bulcaisso! It will never end!"
When Bulcaisso said these words, the entire Holy Mountain of Harrogas was trembling.
“Tch, you were still called Guang at that time...forget it, it’s better not to disappoint the fun.”
Herab, who was named the conqueror, muttered quietly not far away. With.
There was a smile on his face.
His entire body without shaping the legend into a weapon is constantly exuding black.
The Conqueror is just a joke.
What did Hirab conquer?
He just had to plunder the few survival resources for the continuation of his tribe.
He just felt like a joke, full of sarcasm.
The Conqueror was a pacifist who wanted to end the war in the world. But in order to prevent the children in the tribe from shivering naked in the cold wind.
He started an unjust war and suffered for it.
Yet he is called a conqueror.
At this time, the holy mountain began to spread pure power.
Pure, colorless power.
Only the trembling ground serves as evidence of the show of strength.
The power of the Holy Mountain pulled away the soul-colored legends of the ancestors and rushed towards Bulcaisuo.
The mixed colors turned into pure brilliance, directly hitting Bulcasso's forehead.
The scarlet brilliance and pure brilliance on the dark soul stone knit together, and the light wings of courage began to emerge behind Bulcaisel.
The three forces began to conflict, and then rushed into Bulcasso's forehead.
“What have you done!”
Azmodan let out a miserable cry as he was being strangled by several forces.
The pain that was like putting the soul in a millstone and constantly stirring it made the king of sin start to wail.
His wails spread to the entire Holy Mountain.
The Dark Soul Stone's connection with the outside world was forcibly opened by mixed forces. Only at this moment, the Dark Soul Stone is not that eternal prison.
"Okay, Azmodan, be a little more decent. You are the Demon King of Hell."
Andariel's voice was full of pleasure, and everyone could feel the pleasure. and twist.
The King of Torment, Andariel finally found the feeling she had always wanted to find.
Pain!
Andalil kept torturing everything, from physical to mental, and she kept trying all kinds of terrible punishments.
Just to make his twisted soul feel pain. Andalil is not complete.
As the child of Inarius and Lilith, she was meant to be a Nephalem, just like Rathma.
But her birth was not smooth. She did not inherit the power of her angelic father, but completely inherited the magic power of Lilith.
The remnants of the angels left her soul incomplete, so she kept devouring the souls of the suffering ones in an attempt to make herself complete.
Andariel does not expect to become a Nephalem, but at least she wants to become a complete demon.
Incompleteness is Andariel's pain. In order to be complete, Andariel continues to create tragedies and develops torture.
Step by step she ascended the throne of the Demon King of Hell, but she was not a complete demon after all.
"Today is such a beautiful day~the birds are singing~the flowers are blooming! On a day like this, a child like you! Should burn in the flames of hell!"
Vader's figure suddenly appeared nearby, speaking in a singing voice.
The moment he finished speaking, the rich hatred in Vader's soul joined the collision of the three forces!
Hate!
Hatred is Vader’s soul!
Hatred of one’s own weakness! Hate yourself for being weak! Hatred of loss!
His lover was taken away by Azmodan, the king of crime, and then his lover's soul was broken into pieces by Andariel.
Before Vader died, he saw his lover’s broken corpse like a pile of rotten flesh!
Only one head is left, with twisted pain on it!
Just seeing a head, he understood how much torture his lover suffered before he died!
What filled his soul with hatred was not the misery of his lover!
But those open eyes are full of hope for life!
Before his lover died, he was still full of hope for him!
She believed that Vader would make enough money to redeem her from the clutches of the Lord of Hell!
“Die!”
Vida roared angrily, his eyes turning completely red.
The pupils continued to expand, turning into two deep holes from which tears of the soul flowed!
"Azmodan! Andariel! Die! Die! Die!"
Vader's roars became sharper and louder each time, and each time they became more and more crazy!
The light of Kanai's Box appears on Vader's body!
This ancestor who is always doing nothing avoids the sight of others and gets Warusk's tacit approval!
Successfully came into contact with Kanai’s Box!
“Such a great artifact, you were finally used to do a great thing!”
Warusk stood high and smiled wildly, his body trembling constantly. With.
Bulkessor's sacrifice was what he witnessed.
Worusk is the Immortal King!
Before Bulcaisel succeeds him, he will protect every barbarian!
Since Bulcaisel has made a contribution and chosen a noble sacrifice, then as the immortal king, he will not let a barbarian go crazy in pain!
Bulkessor’s plan is crazy, but Volusk is even crazier than Bulkesso!
He who dares to challenge the rules will not abide by his own rules like Bulkeso with a broken soul. He wants to be above everything else!
At this moment, Vader's power became the last straw in this struggle!
The entanglement of the three forces finally revealed the winner!
The power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas poured into Bulcaisuo's forehead, and the Dark Soul Stone got rid of its red to dark brown appearance and became brighter.
All the brilliance rushed into the dark soul stone on Bulcaisuo's head.
"That's it, Volusk, I always thought your legendary wildness was just bragging! Haha!"
Leoric laughed loudly!
When he met Bulcaisuo, when he and Bulcaisuo reached a consensus.
He was disappointed with Warusk, the only two immortal kings in the legend.
Because at that time Warusk was like a villain who tempted an ignorant boy to make sacrifices.
Not at all as bold as the Immortal King should be.
But until now, he finally understood all of Warusk's plans!
"It's a pity that you have left that world now! If you get the legends from those places in Xiansai Academy, Bulcaisuo can liberate his soul!
It's a pity that all these changes are beyond your imagination! "
Leoric roared loudly, his white hair flying in the wind.
If Bulcaisel had not left his original world, the legends of monks, crusaders, mages, witch doctors, and demon hunters could have completely crushed the souls of the six demon kings of hell!
And turn these into nourishment for Bulcasso!
The part of the soul that is separated will become unprecedentedly powerful and become a great demon-like existence in the dark soul stone.
As long as he receives blessings and gifts from the archangels, Bulcaisuo will surely ascend to the high platform of the God of Creation.
"What a pity! What a pity! You still have Kanai's Box! What a pity!"
Leorick looked at everything in front of him with regret. occur.
The legends of the six major professions are enough to completely crush the souls of all hell demons except Diavolo!
Coupled with the divine power of Kanai's Box, these fragments will be integrated into Bulcasso's body without any hindrance!
The reason Bulkesso inherited this glorious name is because Volusk had already thought about how to make him the greatest barbarian.
If everything goes according to Warusk's idea, then the current Bulkaiso is the strongest Bulkaiso!
As for Bulkesso, who has divided his soul, he will not be afraid!
Bulkessor, who is not afraid, is Diavolo’s biggest nemesis!
No fear, no confusion!
Even in the realm of fear, he will not lose in the hands of Diavolo!
Bulkeso could have become a god.
It’s a pity that the sudden appearance of Malthael ruined this opportunity!
The weapons of the barbarian ancestors turned into entities in the dark soul stone and pierced Azmodan's body heavily.
"Not even close! Not even close!"
Vida has gone crazy!
His hatred is the driving force that penetrates the soul of the Hell Demon.
To completely crush the two hell demons, these powers are not enough!
"Leiko! Give me your legend!"
Warusk shouted loudly!
Leiko, who was not far away, was still watching silently with her hands folded in front of her chest.
Believers in destiny are willing to sacrifice, but they will never violate the established rules.
Leiko, who was favored by Israel, did not interfere in this matter.
But she knew exactly what Warusk planned to do.
"Leiko! Hurry up!"
Olongus and Cassius roared directly at Leiko, and Orak waved the God of War blade in his hand directly at Leiko.
Kanuk, who had been watching Leiko, suddenly rushed out and knocked Orak away like a bolt of lightning.
If Leiko believes in fate, then Kanuk’s belief is Leiko herself.
For the sake of Leiko Kanuk, there will be no hesitation at all! Even if he has to face his companions for thousands of years!
"Cassius, calm down!"
Kotur of the Big Bear Tribe appeared behind Olongus with a challenge, his arms wrapped around Olongus like two giant pythons on the body.
On the Holy Mountain, except for Bul-Katho, no one is more powerful than Kotur.
Olongus, who was directly saved by Kotur, lost the ability to move.
"Kultur, we have different positions on this matter!"
Cassius yelled at Kotur.
He had long been impressed in the contest with Bulcaisuo.
Cassius believes that Bulcasso is worthy of everyone’s help and worthy of becoming the creation god!
Even when facing his best friends, he still stood on the side of Bulkesso and Warusk!
“Cassius, you should first think about how to face Banal!”
Kotur shouted loudly at Cassius.
He did not intend to fight Cassius, just as Cassius did not want to fight him.
Barnar appeared opposite Cassius with red eyes, waving the two swords in his hands randomly.
"Banaar, are you crazy!"
Cassius no longer has time to take care of the power monster Koutul.
When facing Banal, no existence can take it lightly!
Barnaer, who is completely caught up in the madness, will never stop unless he is defeated!
“Xia!”
Barnar yelled crazily!
“Azmodan, I X you X!”
Cassius's signature cursing war cry appeared, but he didn't name his companions.
Even a person like him would not insult his own people.
So Azmodan became the being he named!
"Warusk, what are you going to do to me?"
Leiko's eyes looked at Warusk calmly, she was really curious.
All three of the barbarian's legendary sets are on Bulcaisso.
But she is wearing her legendary suit!
Leiko’s legendary charge!
At this time, apart from Bulkesso, the strongest combat force on the Holy Mountain is not Warusk who just handed over the gravel hammer to Bulkesso.
But Leiko, a believer in fate!
Wearing the legendary suit, she is the strongest fighting force on the Holy Mountain under Bulcasso!
It’s just that she doesn’t fight like Warusk.
Warusk is just the immortal king, and Reiko is just a poor female warrior who died under the guidance of fate for Warusk's mistakes.
In other words, Volusk owes Reiko his life!
"You know, your legend is not a necessity! Leiko!"
Even though Warusk's tone was very serious, he still said it with a smile.
"Ha!"
Orak let out a war cry, obviously he had shown real fire in the battle with Kanuk!
Kanuk was not him The kind of person you like.
A powerful barbarian, as the leader of the Bull tribe after Leiko, Kanuk always seeks death in battle.
He has no sense of responsibility. What he wants is not the strength of the tribe, but just wants to continue to follow in the footsteps of Leiko.
"God of War? God of War will also die!"
Kanuk roared and charged towards Orak with his shoulder raised!
There is no difference in posture between this blow and the blow he struck on Azmodan's stomach with determination and never to return.
But this time there was no dense army of demons for him to accumulate strength.
"Chief Kanuk! You guy who didn't even inherit the name of leader! How dare you!"
Orak swung his signature punch, and directed his huge energy towards Kanuk The chop fell from his body!
Orak is not known for his explosiveness. What he is good at is never-ending, never-ending fighting.
Stable and precise, but lacks the final word.
He is undoubtedly stronger than Kanuk, but winning is not something that can be achieved in a short time.
"Calgar!"
Olongus hit Kotur on the bridge of the nose with a headbutt, but it had no effect.
It was just a moderate nosebleed, not even an injury.
Kultur's strong neck makes it impossible for his head to be easily shaken.
Even if the bridge of his nose is hit hard, he will not waver at all!
Kotul is such a person, as stubborn as a stone.
Olongus called the vanguard general Calgar.
The legendary barbarian who could penetrate a demon's body with a flagpole joined the battle with a violent charge, holding a simple spear in his hand.
Facing his compatriots, even if this battle cannot be easily resolved, he does not intend to fight with all his strength.
Fighting is in another realm.
A heavy sword fell from the sky and struck Calga's spear heavily!
Leaping Slash·Death falls from the sky!
Here comes the barbarian named Sword Master, Sword Master Kahn! The creator of the gifted combatant!
A legendary barbarian who kept fighting, shouting and killing as many as he came, and was finally drowned in the endless ocean of demons!
He doesn’t think it’s necessary for a creation god to exist. So I chose to prevent Leiko's side from falling into a disadvantage.
Let time prove the outcome of everything!
"Worusk, you chose the legends of those guys as the ladder for Bulcasso to become stronger, but they are not the best choice, aren't they?"
Leiko is still that He said to Warusk with an indifferent expression.
No emotional changes could be heard in the hoarse voice.
“Of course, the ideal state is Kanuk’s God of War’s Blade and Kor’s Wrath of the Hidden Peak. Bastin’s Power and Proof of Shame are not very suitable choices.”< br>
Warusk said with a smile.
The lion-like blond hair is swaying in the wind.
"I want to know, if we had not come to this world, how would you convince other guys?"
Leiko asked.
The mages of Xiansai Academy, the Crusaders of the Brave Temple, the monks of the Sky Temple, the witch doctors of the Invisible Land, and the demon hunters of the Avengers Camp are not the kind of beings who can be persuaded.
As for the necromancers in the Shadow Kingdom, they only follow Rathma's will.
And it is impossible for Rathma to let Bulqessor ascend the throne of the Creator God, so the Necromancer himself is not counted among them.
“Because of Bulkesso and Sonya.”
Worusk just said two names.
Sonya and Johanna have a good relationship. As the most powerful Crusaders of this generation, Johanna has completely mastered all the say in the Temple of the Brave.
The witch doctor Nazebo had already reached a consensus with Warusk, and wanted to create a creation god to end the tragic fate of mankind.
The demon hunters represented by Vader are willing to do anything as long as they can completely kill the Demon King of Hell.
As for the monks in the Sky Temple, they owe Bulkesso a big favor. After all, Bulcasso personally helped them repair the legendary set of Dragon Soul gloves, and they would not stop them from doing so.
As for the mage of Xiansai Academy, Li Min will solve those problems.
As a profession that uses knowledge as its power, mages have different views on equipment and legends than other professions.
The legacy of the ancestors is only a guide for the mages to learn and move forward, and is not something that cannot be discarded.
Warusk had already thought of everything.
"Is this so? It's just that now, Bulcaisel seems to need my legend, but I don't intend to let changes happen."
Leiko was noncommittal about Volusk's statement.
She still stands firmly on the guidance of fate.
"Bulkessor is the benchmark of the barbarians! It is the flag of progress! It is the only one that can continue the race!"
The smile on Warusk's face changed slightly, and his tone was urgent.
Vader's soul cannot control those powerful forces for a long time, and this must be done as soon as possible.
When Vader begins to squeeze the origin of his soul, all traces of Vader's existence will disappear.
"Warusk, we all know that you cannot defeat me after death."
Leiko said a little coldly.
Smoothly, he placed the helmet heavily on his head, covering his delicate and pale face.
Of course she will not be emotionless towards Bulcasso.
As the farthest being on the road of barbarians, Bulcaisel is a different being to all barbarian ancestors.
But Bulkesso's behavior caused Malthael to suddenly descend on the holy mountain of Harrogas. This was the reason why those ancestors were confused about Volusk's choice.
The arrival of Malthael turned the barbarians who had managed to gather into powder, and it was impossible to say that they had no complaints.
For this reason, the ancestors represented by Leiko believed that letting Bulcasso become the God of Creation was a choice that went against fate.
Just as Volusk challenged the doom brought by death itself, these ancestors feared that this plan would bring an even heavier price to the barbarians.
"But you forgot about a guy, even if you are still alive, it is impossible to kill him. The same is true for me."
Worusk took out a crown in his hand Toss gently.
Leoric's crown!
The Skeleton King Leoric is on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath!
On the Holy Mountain at this time, only Bulcaisel had the ability to suppress Leoric, who was not in the category of life.
A Skeleton King who does not reveal his existence to the world after his resurrection has no weaknesses!
Even if Leiko and Warusk are still alive, they cannot completely kill the Skeleton King.
Simply crushing Leoric's bones meant nothing.
If Leoric was not going to sleep, it would only take a few breaths to reappear in front of everyone in full strength.
"You mean that monster? This is the Holy Mountain of Harrogath!"
Leiko said in a contemptuous tone.
The Skeleton King is indeed difficult to deal with, but on the holy mountain of Harrogas, the Skeleton King will also be severely suppressed.
After all, he is not life, neither an angel nor a demon.
The Skeleton King is on another level, and Harrogath will not let him use his power easily.
"I am the Immortal King! And Bulkesso is the chosen user of Kanai's Box! He is protected by the original ancestor!"
Worusk used a threatening tone Said.
The aura brought by the vast pure power is constantly approaching Leiko.
"Are you going to rely on this to make me surrender? Don't be kidding me! Immortal King? Not even the original ancestor can change my will!"
As she roared, a powerful aura began to emerge from her body. .
That is a decisive tearing, that is a painful struggle!
Despair with attachment, sinking in love with anger!
The legendary barbarian Leiko!
That legendary armor appeared on her body! It is home to all of Leiko's love and filled with all of Leiko's life!
"Why do you think I want to get involved?"
Leoric laughed loudly.
"Creation God? To be honest, if the person you choose is not Bulcaisuo, I will definitely prevent this from happening. I have never had a good impression of gods."
As the driving force behind Bulkesso's current sacrifice, Warusk had no backup plan.
The protection of the Immortal King was interrupted by an accident.
But Volusk still plans to do this!
(End of this chapter)