Chapter 348 The Rest of Qualkek (8,000 words)
“It’s always like this, I really don’t want to see that kind of scene again.”
“You’ve always been like this lately. You look worried, can you tell me why?"
Johanna glanced in Barr's direction and said.
She clearly felt the growing power, and Bulcasso sighed in front of her, which made Johanna want to say something.
"Something on your mind? Who doesn't have something on your mind?"
Bulkasso looked at Johanna with a somewhat hollow look.
"It's just that everything must come to an end, and it's time for this battle to end."
The broken armor on Bulcasso's body disappeared one by one.
The end result of this battle is just an empty and angry barbarian standing in a deep pit and fighting continuously.
"Now, leave this place, the next step is my battle."
Bulkessor said without looking back.
The rest of the battle only requires the presence of one person, just the ruins after an explosion.
There is nothing to see anymore.
"By the way, do you think any recruit will be able to witness the last moment? I have prepared a generous reward and want to give it to that outstanding warrior."
Bulkesso said casually, and Jotun Kule twitched the corner of his mouth.
"When are you going to accept Kanai's legacy?"
"Wait until after the explosion, when everything returns to normal."
The figure of Bulcasso Already gone far.
Taking off his armor, he showed off his wounds that had not yet healed.
Walking barefoot on the snow of this snow-capped mountain.
The footprints are very clear, and even the outline of the scar on the sole of Bulqueso's foot can be left on the snow.
"Telling lies. As expected of you."
Jotun Kule said with a smile.
Then he focused on a corner.
There was Diavolo's aura over there, which made Jotun Kule want to laugh.
Many interesting things can always be found in the past that appeared on the Holy Mountain of Arreat at a certain time period.
Zortun Kule understood that Bulcaisel just wanted to get rid of that bastard Diavolo first, and then do important things.
The less Diavolo knows, the less danger there will be.
So he won't do anything unnecessary.
Many things in the world will not be judged as right or wrong, but more about the will of "everyone".
Everyone does this, is it right?
Is sacrificing one person for world peace justifiable?
Only when the person who is sacrificed is oneself, can it be called justice.
Tyrell doesn't know this.
Fortunately, there is always someone who knows.
"A boring battle? Things are never what you said, Bulcaisuo."
Jordon Kule said this.
He didn't care whether Bulcaisel heard what he said clearly.
But he didn’t mean to hide anything.
Johanna and Leah shifted their gazes to Jotun Kule, their eyes full of exploration.
"Don't look at me like this, ignorance is the happiest! Hahaha!"
Zortun Kule laughed, his voice echoing in the empty snowfield.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, letting in a ray of sunshine and shining on Jotun Kule's body.
This sunlight caused Jotun Kule, the ancient Nephalem ghost, to emit a holy light.
Johanna was speechless, and Leah just silently thought about the meaning of Jotun Kule's words.
......
The giant ax in Qualkek's hand hit the boulder heavily, and ice-blue anger flashed, making everything around him even colder. .
"Barbarians, tell me what exactly you want?"
Barr's voice came out slowly from the stone in front of him.
The end point is something that has long been determined. Even if these barbarians cannot end this battle with an explosion, Bulcaisso will do the same.
That’s a good guess.
Bulkasso is such a person.
What we have seen in the past will be seen again in the future, and what we have seen in the past will be seen again in the future!
This is not the first time Bulcaisel has done something similar.
"I can't understand your struggle, and I can't understand what you think is noble.
Even, I can't understand why you made such a choice."
Barr's feelings Seeing that the power on the boulder was squeezing inward, it was obvious that Qualcaike's approach was different from his original idea.
Confining the direction of an explosion is never a big problem, especially when a barbarian puts his own soul on it.
Besides, it is just to change the explosion from random diffusion to directional. Even if the explosion cannot be controlled, it will not let this sacred mountain that only existed in the past become bottomless. Deep hole.
What Qualkirk did was like putting a piece of tape on a river bank that was about to collapse.
It seems to have done something, but it is meaningless.
"Hey! Barr. Human beings have never been great."
Qualkiq's body began to disintegrate little by little.
The old face was like a pottery figurine with fallen fragments. Under the fragments, the bright soul should have been exposed, but in the body of the old General Qualkirk, there was nothingness behind the fragments. .
"Of course, there is nothing in the world that can be called great or miraculous. Everything happens as a matter of course, and everything is beautiful because someone has paid the price for it."
Barr is rare in his calmness Faced with a barbarian with the same attitude, he explained his thoughts.
"What have you paid for? You sound like you like beautiful things."
Qualkiq laughed in anger.
What does a destroyer say to something beautiful?
He never cherished anything.
"The destruction of beauty is the most valuable thing. I gave the meaning of the existence of beauty. So what did you pay? Barbarian?"
Barr said this.
Before this, the appearance of barbarians in front of him always gave him a headache.
The barbarians howling like ghosts and gods would always attack him with axes, heavy swords, maces and even broken wooden clubs.
Communicate well? That doesn't exist.
Humans confide in their pets not because these little things can understand his inner feelings, but because those little things will not tell other humans what they hear.
It’s like no one will tell their innermost thoughts to the tape recorder.
In the eyes of the Hell Demon, humans are just a collection of pets, toys and tools.
“I am part of the price.”
Qualkek hung the ax in his hand on his waist and glanced at Li Zi intentionally or unintentionally.
He had seen a lot of guys who were shivering in the cold wind and whose breath was as hollow as a corpse.
He has even seen more than one guy who went to the extreme and became a claw of the devil in the midst of loss.
But Lizzy seems to be a little bit different.
But now Qualkek has no time to ask these questions.
"Let me guess what your obsession is? Seeing the barbarians prosper again?"
Baal and Qualkirk were talking across the ball that could explode at any time.
"So I saw it."
Qualkiq said.
There was some surprise in his eyes.
He didn't expect Barr to reveal his long-cherished wish so easily.
The moment he saw Leiko's resurrection, he saw the last few steps left for Bulcasso to succeed.
Qualkik has realized that the prosperity of the barbarians is close at hand.
He is a barbarian, not very particular about his life, and his behavior is as rough and harsh as Hanfeng.
Maybe he is not very noble, but he is a hero.
"Seeing that Bulcaisel became the strongest? So you think the strong one must win?"
Baal wanted to laugh a little.
But I don’t know what kind of emotion it should be when showing a smile.
Pure Barr is destruction, and pure cannot tolerate other emotions.
Barr has nothing but the instinct to live.
Facing Qualkek, Baal had a rare tendency to talk.
Although the chat partner and himself are about to disappear.
"Because Bulcaisel will definitely win, he is the strongest."
Qualkek's voice was filled with pride.
When he met Bulcaisuo, he never thought that this young man with a weird name would one day become the pillar of all barbarians.
After all, at that time, whether it was Kolik, Maddock or Tarik, they all had great reputations.
The three ancestors who became strong enough to protect their people from the tide of demons in their teens are much better than Bulkaisuo who could only train silently like a wooden stake when he was in his twenties. More of a strong person.
But Bulkesso proved himself with one victory after another.
Inheriting the name of the ancestors is enough to explain all this.
He is the hope that Harrogas City is struggling to watch.
"Okay, today is the day when you choose to realize your wish and free yourself, and you will not be awakened again?"
Bal asked, and the stone ball began to tremble.
An explosion can happen at any time.
Barr, who was trapped in the stone ball, took a deep look towards the ground, which seemed to be a bit mocking.
Where will the ancestor appear after seeing his last wish?
In the hands of Malthael who has taken away the power of death?
Or become part of the nourishment of the world and become part of the world cycle again?
Neither!
It will only appear in the "Holy Mountain" as pure energy!
Whether it is the holy mountain named Arreat that existed in the "past" under our feet, or the holy mountain named "Harrogas".
The souls of barbarians will only feed these two places.
Provides a ridiculously insignificant amount of power.
“You know, the souls collected by the barbarians in the long past have no strength to resist when faced with the explosion of the World Stone.
If my peak power was one hundred, now The Bulkesso is a thousand. So when you are alive, you are only thirty. How many more can you keep with your soul? < br>
When you become a nourishment, the help you can provide is less than one tenth, so do you think it is worth it? ”
Baal is very clear about the nature of the barbarian holy mountain.
If the Nephalem from ancient times to the present have appeared in the world as souls like Jotun Kule, then The accumulation of these powers is almost enough to subvert the Burning Hell and the High-level Heaven.
But each of these guys chose a similar method and became a meager shelter of pure energy.
Like barbarians offering sacrifices to the holy mountain.
"Existing too long is also torture. I am an old guy, and I should have fallen asleep long ago."
Qualkiq said in an unanswered manner.
The body is broken bit by bit.
He originally planned to disappear quietly.
He knew very well that those ancestors who still existed would only chant his name and be happy that he was resting in peace.
"Are all human beings like this? Or are you the only one like this?"
Barr suddenly felt a strong curiosity in his heart.
In his life as the Demon God of Destruction, he has never had face-to-face communication with a human being.
In his view, human beings are just tools, just part of achieving the goal.
This is the first time he has truly put himself on an equal footing to communicate with humans.
There is no arrogance that I have long been accustomed to.
Barr was as peaceful as an old man watching the sunrise and sunset every day.
"Demon! You are not qualified to question me!"
Qualkek roared like a laugh!
He has wanted to say this for a long time.
Although what is in front of him is only part of Barr's consciousness, Barr's body will not know what happened here after the explosion.
But he just wanted to say this once!
For too long the barbarians have feared the Lord of Hell.
Even if you can attack the devil without reservation and then die calmly, it is not a sign of being without fear.
It’s just that the path they chose has no chance of retreat.
"Why did Lilith make such a choice? What did she see?"
Baal gave up the idea of getting the answer from Qualkek.
The savage's soul has lost its sanity.
Being nourishment can only give this holy mountain a little bit of Weibo.
Baal couldn’t understand.
"Lilith may have seen destiny."
Bulkessor's figure walked nearby.
We started talking from a distance.
“Seeing everything that is destined, or seeing things that only you can do.”
“Bulkess? You plan to let a consciousness suddenly realize after knowing certain secrets. Die? ”
Balgaga smiled strangely.
He knew very well that laughter like this could unnerve the nephalem.
Jordon Kule did just that.
"You won this game, but that has nothing to do with me. Anyway, when you find me again, my power and status will become yours."
Baal said as if he was looking away.
He will hand over everything he has, this is destined and has nothing to do with the winner of the gamble.
“Do you want to become an independent individual?”
Bulkessor said a little abruptly, with serious eyes.
He knew exactly what a big gamble this was!
The slightest indulgence towards the Demon God may lead to dangerous consequences.
The victims may not be counted in thousands or tens of thousands by then.
But he was ready to take on these.
After that, he finally walked to the place where Qualkek disappeared and picked up the mountain-splitting ax on the ground.
The moment the cold ax came into contact with Bulcaisuo's palm, it began to emit a strong light.
Qualkek completely disappeared.
This is a given.
After realizing your dream, there is nothing left to look forward to as a soul.
In other words, that is called rest. "What nonsense are you talking about? I am only a part of me, and it will only be like this."
Barr said loudly, but his statement sounded a little funny.
At least some of it was untrue.
Existences that can think independently will have some selfishness, and selfishness is also part of the instinct of life.
It’s just selfishness, but no one has ever publicized it in a big way.
“I ask you, do you want to live as a human being?”
Bulkesser emphasized the pronunciation of the word “living”.
His body was unnaturally tight, and he obviously felt nervous.
Bulkessor was nervous subconsciously. Although he did not feel the emotion of fear, he knew that this body's performance meant fear.
The fear is lost in consciousness, but this instinct still exists in the body.
Bulkessor will be afraid of Baal's answer.
Whether it is a yes or no answer, the answer itself is worthy of fear.
"What do you want from me?"
Barr's tone became serious.
He could still tell whether Bulcasso was joking or not.
The Bulcaisuo in front of him was very serious, just like when he yelled that he wanted to chop off the head of the big devil.
The body is tight, but the neck is loose.
The head was slightly tilted, and there was light in the eyes.
"Get a strong man who knows what destruction is, and then replace another destruction."
Bulkessor said this.
He simply stated his reasons. The reason that gave him this idea was Auriel.
From the moment Auriel said that the hope of replacing this world made him resist the malice of this world.
Bulkesso was thinking about what to do.
The guy who controls the destruction of this world is the only one who can make Leoric disappear.
Hatred is not so easy to settle.
Barr is the best choice.
The controller of destruction, the purest destruction!
He will know the power of destroying this part better than the guy who has more power in Annihilation.
“Do you mean to let me become the real body, or let me become another existence independent of the name Baal?”
“You will become a human! Human! The part that controls destruction Power."
Bulkessor's answer made Barr hesitate.
But now is obviously not a time to hesitate.
The power in the stone ball began to spread continuously.
"I think you should talk to the real me about this, Bulcaisel."
Baal said this, and then stopped talking.
Faced with the conditions given by Bulqueso, he had to admit that he was tempted.
But this feeling made Barr feel afraid.
The Demon God of Destruction, who had always been proud of his purity, actually felt like he was being bewitched by humans.
It is normal to feel disgusted when faced with novel feelings.
The kinder the person, the more curious they are about evil.
As long as they are not allowed to stand in the position of evildoers and personally create evil deeds, they are always full of curiosity about evil.
And people who are truly trapped in sin will not treat kindness with the same attitude.
They will not wonder about the consequences of kindness.
Because they know very well that kind people are the targets of their harm.
So Barr is afraid of the idea in his heart!
Only those who do evil will be so afraid of kindness, even if kindness is beautiful.
So Barr avoided this topic and just wanted to wait for the final arrival.
"Then let's end it. I think what Qualkek did will leave a few recruits to see the so-called truth after the explosion."
Bulkessor stroked the mountain-splitting axe. The cold ax blade let out a long breath.
He didn't know that this was the first time he sighed during this period.
Barr did not answer.
Then the boulder began to emit a lot of power, as if it had received instructions.
...
Cassius had just stood opposite the hammer, swaying his neck as if he was planning to rush forward with his soul in a full fist.
As for whether it was a violation of regulations, Cassius didn't care much.
As long as no one sees it, no one will use this as a reason to attack him afterwards.
Those barbarians who can fight him will not be bored to fight with him for this.
This is not a conflict of ideas.
"Squeak~Cassius!"
The hammer made a sound from somewhere, muttering Cassius's name.
This made Cassius suddenly nervous.
Nian Hammer, the great demon, has never taken the initiative to talk to anyone.
Abnormal things will certainly attract his attention.
"Hammer, what's the matter?"
Cassius broke his fist, but this time there was no sound of bone friction.
Obviously Cassius was a little confused.
“What is the purpose of our awakening? To fight you again?”
The sound of the grinding hammer fits my body image very well.
That stone-like tone makes Hammer look a little silly.
"What? As a demon, you don't want to smash something? Instead, you start thinking?"
Cassius took a step back so that he could see the hammer better. The whole picture.
Many legs, each one hard and thick.
There were some dried blood stains on the stone, like patina.
Judging from the appearance, this hammer is very good at taking care of its own body.
"My people keep dying, and I keep dying. After death, I have to live and continue to die. Is the fate of the devil to die?"
The hammer is a little weird. of sadness.
This kind of question made Cassius feel a little dizzy.
"You are right, the fate of demons is to die constantly. But there is one thing you are wrong about. It is not that you have to live and continue to die after you die, but you should not have appeared in the first place."
卡Hughes pinched his eyebrows and said a little irritably.
【Spare me! When did the devil appear as a thinker? 】
Cassius' small brain was heating up. Thinking about such difficult things made Cassius, who was used to using his fists to reason, blush.
“You are wrong!”
Nian Hammer shouted angrily.
This time the sound sounded like a landslide.
"I'm giving you a fucking face!"
Cassius roared angrily, his body's center of gravity suddenly dived, and he rushed out in the direction of the hammer.
Doing ideological work is not that unfamiliar to Cassius.
After all, he was once the chief of the Big Bear Tribe, and he could still coax children and give direction to young warriors.
But to provide psychological counseling to the devil, his brain capacity is somewhat insufficient.
Cassius' fist hit one of the thick legs of the hammer hard, making a sound like a mountain.
The fist stopped on the hammer's leg, and a circle of regular cracks appeared where it was hit by the fist.
That fist is really ugly.
Huge and rough!
The scarred fist feels a little swollen.
"Human beings have never considered what the devil would think!"
The hammer angrily raised a row of legs and slammed down Cassius's position.
No matter how powerful the demons of this race are, they can never get rid of the shortcoming of slow movements.
So they used larger-scale attacks to make up for this shortcoming.
"I am X! You are a pure XX!"
Cassius let out a war cry!
The body was beating sideways, and the hands were hitting hard all the time!
“You are so wronged! How many humans have you killed, and now you are complaining that humans don’t care what you think? Let me tell you, humans care! They care whether you want to kill them or not! ”
Cassius's roar was a bit sharp!
Facing a demon that blamed humans, Cassius almost lost control in his rising anger.
"Demons are also life!"
"It's you XXXXX! I will lead you to fight!"
The roar of the hammer and the foul language of Cassius sounded at the same time.
That huge fist hit Nian Hammer's leg hard from bottom to top!
“Crack!”
Cassius’s bones were broken, and there was a crack that was spreading and expanding on the leg of the opposite hammer.
The hammer staggered back a few steps, as if those thick legs were completely useless.
It doesn’t matter whether the devil is a living being or not!
But in the hearts of humans living in the battlefield of Sanctuary, demons deserve to die!
Even if there are some cultists who are driven crazy, whose fault is it?
Isn’t this the devil’s fault!
Devils don’t need to fight for any shit’s living space!
They have a vast territory like the Burning Hell that has no borders!
The same goes for angels, they don't need a little bit of shelter at all!
High-level paradise is also endless!
What did humans do?
Do you just want to survive honestly in this crack? ?
Cassius experienced the migration of barbarians!
The kind with no food and no shelter! There is just endless hunger and a steady stream of demon soldiers!
Pity the devil?
Even the idiots like the cultists will not show mercy to the devil!
Powerful, strong. A powerful demon capable of killing countless ordinary people with just his body needs no mercy at all!
"Cassius, you were out a long time ago."
Leiko's voice suddenly sounded.
Apparently she has finished taking care of things on the wall.
Or maybe that old stubborn man Orac finally decided to change his mind, so he took over his original responsibilities.
"So what? There is a thinker among the demons, and it is called the Hammer! So I want to argue with it!"
Cassius turned back to Leiko and shouted roared.
Completely ignoring the fact that Leiko was far stronger than him now.
Under normal circumstances, Cassius might not talk to Leiko in this way.
After all, Leiko's temper isn't very good either.
"Thinker? Cassius, your jokes are really good."
Leiko glanced at the hammer, as if she wanted to see something from this stupid-looking demon. A little bit of something linked to thought.
"What's even more damn funny! The thinker Hammer thinks that humans have never tried to understand the thoughts of demons! I'm about to die laughing!"
Cassius yelled and shook the broken bone His arm rushed out in the direction of the hammer!
The broken arm was swinging beside him, and it made a snapping sound when it hit the back.
Then Cassius' charge was held back by Leiko.
The not-so-beautiful hand pressed on Cassius's shoulder.
Facing a resurrected Leiko who could show all her power at all times, Cassius had no chance to struggle.
"That's really funny! So I've always been better at reasoning than you, Cassius."
Leiko patted Cassius on the shoulder, and then moved towards Walked forward.
Violation?
What violation?
Who saw it?
The referees have all left the field, and the outcome of the battle has been decided.
Where are the other violations?
If the demons disagree with this ending, Leiko welcomes them to reason with it.
Cassius's face turned blue and white, and he could only mutter a few words unwillingly, then pinched his broken arm and put it on his neck.
This kind of injury still needs to be looked at by Mara, as casual treatment of this kind of bone injury will lead to sequelae.
Although Cassius is a soul, of course he can be a dead ghost...
The injury needs to be dealt with by a professional. It will only be done when there is no other way to deal with it yourself. .
As for Cassius's originally small brain capacity, 80% of it was used to record various swear words...
The remaining part still needs to record some familiar words. People and things, the rest is not enough to record medical things.
"Leiko, I still remember that there seems to be a process when you are reasoning? First charge and hammer, and then two charges and hammer?"
Cassius asked unwillingly.
“What?”
Leiko stepped on the remaining upper body of the hammer, then looked back at Cassius and asked.
“Well, you are better at reasoning than me.”
Cassius' figure disappeared in a flash.
He couldn't remember whether he had swore at Leiko just now, so he slipped away first as a courtesy!
When facing Leiko, Cassius is always a little frightened...
After all, now he has trouble even facing Canuck's crazy bull, let alone It is said that Leiko is good at reasoning.
Being beaten never feels good.
"By the way, I hope you can make Nian Hammer remember this truth deeply in your heart!"
Cassius only left this sentence in the end with a little echo.
Behind a wall, Constantine was walking deeper along a narrow passage.
Constantine has understood the final result of this battle from the mouths of the barbarians who kept roaring during the battle.
Now, in order to prove a guess, he plans to be the last person to survive in this "secret realm".
And behind him, Bruce Wayne followed Constantine without making any sound!
Both of them had something they wanted to prove, so they made similar moves.
This secret passage was the hiding place for the weakest children and the elderly when the battle broke out.
The depth of this place has reached its deepest point. At least after Arreat turned into a pit, it still maintained its original appearance.
So, here there are only the skeletons of the barbarians who were trapped and died in the depths.
There is anger and fear in it.
But there is no "glory" that gives birth to a warrior.
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