Chapter 766 The Master of the Plains of Despair! Rakanos, the King of Despair!
In the kingdom of death, there is nothing exciting about the dark palace.
“Can you realize my idea?
Mathael, this is how you convinced me.
But I always have doubts about this.”
The voice from the mouth of death echoed in the vast palace.
“Of course you should doubt. If one day you no longer doubt at all, then you will have lost the meaning of your existence.
Forgive me for liking to use this vague way. Come tell me, because in the eyes of others, I am also the kind of person who is wise and mysterious.
I can't make their guesses meaningless.
According to the wisdom that everyone hopes. The way to survive is my mercy.”
Malthael's voice sounded from the dead body.
The Reaper of Souls hung casually by Death on his waist was shining with a dark light.
“Then teach me how to fight.
What you need is not a death like a vase.
As for what Bulcaisel needs me to do, I have already Did it.”
Death said lazily.
What Bulkesso needs death to do from beginning to end is just to peel death away from the Archangel of Wisdom.
Now the Archangel of Wisdom is still the Archangel of Wisdom, but Death has also gained a share of the Archangel's personality.
No one can say anything more about such a result.
Even if Bulcaisel appears in front of death now, death can say the same.
"So what you have to do now will be what I want you to do.
What if I say, I need you to stand in front of Bulcaisel and fight him at the right time?
< br>At least take away that life from him
Life itself is a miracle, and miracles only need to exist to complete all the meanings given to miracles.
Bulkeso already exists. After that, his light will go out little by little at the right time
I just need you to blow away the ashes after he is burned out in the wind. "
The voice of the Angel of Death spoke softly and with a bewitching tone.
Death was silent about this.
Mathail did not speak, just quietly Waiting for death to think until death gives him the answer he needs
"I won't appear on the frontal battlefield, you know.
Even you couldn't defeat that powerful warrior in a head-on battle.
And I know almost nothing about combat. "
Death said this after a long time.
Mathael's chuckle came from the air.
Death has agreed.
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As long as she doesn't need to stand on the frontal battlefield, that's her condition.
Mathael got the answer he wanted. As long as Death is willing to completely extinguish the miracle of life after he defeats Bulkatho, she will have completed her mission.
“I don’t even mind if you tell other people these words.
I don’t care if Bulcaisel knows that you made such a decision.
Because he I won't care either.
He and I both believe that we are the ones who win in the end.
So, it is enough to start fighting in this world. "
Mathail said this, as if he was comforting the uneasy Death.
Death was indeed uneasy, although she only had a slight relationship with Bulcasso at the beginning.
But the pressure from that battle still existed.
"There's one more thing I'm a little concerned about.
Mathael, what did you do to Thanos?"
Death bypassed the previous topic and asked about Thanos' matter.
Although Thanos does not make Death happy many times, it would be wrong to say that death makes no difference to Thanos.
“I gave him the qualification to stand in front of you.
Also, it gave him a sense of selfishness in addition to being selfless. "
After pondering for a while, Malthael gave his answer.
The Reaper of Souls exuded a gray light.
" Enough that everyone who wanted to take advantage of Thanos underestimated him. He may be more difficult than you think. "
"I know, so this is not an exploitation, but a transaction. ”
A smile could be heard in Malthael's voice.
Is there kindness and mercy in the hearts of the Angel of Death?
Maybe, after all, he is an angel...
...
In Gruchak's domain, Lucien is now only one step away from death. A little more strength.
As long as this guy disappears from this world, Ozil will never have a chance to return.
"It's great..."
Lucien's voice was a bit unreal, but Gruchak could hear a bit of relief in it.
“What?”
Gruchak paused his hand for a moment, delaying Lucien’s demise.
It's just that Lucien couldn't seize this opportunity. When it was difficult to survive, Lucien wouldn't think too much.
“I suddenly realized why Malthael wanted me to come back.
Although I hate Malthael, I also hate the feeling of being used by him.
< br>But there is one thing you all guessed wrong!
His real purpose is not me who can be easily defeated by you.
It's something more powerful than me.
But it was too late, the things that filled the world were enough for him to return.
It's funny, I never thought that one day I would be the nourishment for him to come back.
But this world has been turned into a vast plain amid countless disasters.
What a surprise, how did Malthael do it..."
Lucien said this, and then disappeared into Gruchak's hands.
After figuring out Malthael’s plot against him, Lucien also lost the meaning of persisting.
There doesn’t seem to be much to regret about the complete demise.
Before Lucien dissipated, the only thing in his mind was the angry fist he saw when he died last time.
Udyssian, this is so interesting!
"I swear that I have no intention of saving this devil from you.
Really, please believe me a little bit."
Constantine sneered and approached Gruchak's side .
"I just want to ask, what does that guy mean..."
With a flattering smile, Constantine took out one of the most popular sticks he had ever had from his pocket. He liked Silka cigarettes and put them into Gruchak's mouth respectfully.
Then with a very dog-legged gesture, he lit the lighter and Bang Gruchak lit the cigarette.
"What do you mean?
What he means is that we and the world are going to be in big trouble."
Gruchak tried to take a deep breath Then he said. Then he waved to Mocott.
"You bastard, am I the first person you want to knock down at this time?"
Mocott walked up to Gruchak with a curse, holding the Wu Mercy in his hand. He was also clenched a little tighter.
“Sometimes I wonder who is from the Tagus tribe, you or me. Aren’t you from the Storm tribe?”
Gruchak laughed, The smile was very hearty.
“Yes, but I have been hanging out with you for too long.
As long as I'm alive and until I die, I've always been hanging out with those bastards from the Tagus tribe.
Always, every day I spend time with guys like you.
So I used to be taciturn. "
Mocott reached out and took out the half-burned cigarette from Gruchak's mouth.
Then he put it into his mouth and took a deep breath.< br>
"Let's get started, to be honest.
It's not that I don't want to see the future built by Bulkesso, but I really don't intend to stick to it anymore.
Gruchak , I want to ask you now, are you ready?
If there is anyone who can truly defeat you under the Demon King of Hell, it is probably that guy.
< br>Now, you are just an ancestral spirit, and he still exists.
I never thought that Malthael was the one taking the lead in that guy's recovery.
How ridiculous! ”
Gruchak threw the cigarette that had burned out with only the butt left on the ground.
At this time, Mocott’s somewhat old face finally looked a little more mature. Relieve.
“Isn’t it like this before?
Neither archangels nor demons can tolerate our existence.
At this time, the appearance of that guy may be the best opportunity.
No one who can defeat him can take action, so he has to leave it to me. "
Gruchak looked at the eyeball in his hand that no longer contained Lucien's soul.
Then he clenched his hand with a contemptuous smile and held the eyeball as if it were Amber's eyes were completely crushed here.
The crumbs looked like dust, and the crunching sound when broken sounded like a vicious curse.
“After all, only you understand despair, and only you can turn a blind eye to despair.
When the moment of your death arrives, you will be completely surrounded by despair.
< br>I didn’t expect that I would have the opportunity to stand in front of that guy after you died, but this time I won’t face it with you.”
Mocott smiled.
Then he stretched out his hand towards Gruchak.
"Excuse me, who is the guy you are talking about?"
Constantine suddenly squeezed in between Mocott and Gruchak and asked loudly.
His eyes were full of curiosity, and perhaps some unknown calculations.
"Lakanos, Lord of Despair.
There is no king among the seven demon kings.
Besides the Seven Demon Kings, he is also the only demon who is qualified to wear a crown on his head. "
Mocott said in the calmest tone.
Then pushed Konstantin aside from between him and Gruchak.
Despair King Rakanos, master of the Plains of Despair in the Burning Hell
Once the jailer of Izul and the tormentor of Inaris.
A demon who serves Andariel.
There are different opinions on whether Rakanos is as powerful as the Seven Demon Kings.
But Lakanos is definitely stronger than Yizuer and Ozil, no one will doubt this.
When Yizuer was captured by the Hell Demon Lords, he was placed in the Plains of Despair almost without any discussion.
And Lakanos, without any pressure, crushed Yizuer, who had never given up resistance.
Even after Izul became a Freezing Demon, Rakanos was still able to easily defeat Izul.
The existence of Rakanos was also an important factor in the corruption of Yizuer.
Despair, a terrible power!
Even Diavolo has no possibility of commanding Izuel.
When the great demon arrived at the high-level heaven, Lakanos appeared in the Crystal Sky Corridor.
No one knows when he arrived at that place.
No one knows why Rakanos, who had never left the Plains of Despair before, left the Plains of Despair.
Perhaps he saw real despair in the high-level heaven at that time, so he appeared there eagerly...
It is said that every desperate existence will be in despair at the end of his life. The figure of Lakanos can be seen.
Perhaps no one among the Nephalem has experienced despair for a longer period of time than Gruchak.
"Send me away, I have given everything I have.
He has passed my inspection and is worthy of trust."
Mocott said to Gruchak a little eagerly.
“Really, who spread the rumors?
I have never liked carrying coffins to the funerals of legends. "
Gruchak sighed, then stretched out the hand that had not yet cleaned the ashes and squeezed Mocott's hand tightly.
Between the two ancestors, there were waves of tension. The light flickered.
From Gruchak's body, the pair of flame-like light wings slowly opened up.
The flame-like light wrapped around Mokot. His body turned into a shining coffin
Mocott's hand loosened up at some point.
Mocott closed his eyes with a kind face.
The originally strong body was withering little by little and became shriveled.
On the coffin transformed by the power of courage, a golden cup was slowly filled with blood.
That is everything that belongs to Mokot, the blood of the Nephalem that belongs to this barbarian who has mercy but has to remind himself to abandon mercy.
"Boy, drink it!"
Gruchak glared back at Constantine who was about to reach out, and then looked at the ugly Rumlow with his eyes.
“This is a decision that Mocott made from the moment he chose to be with you!
You’d better not waste time!
If Lacano If it had come quickly, the world would have started to face panic by now.”
Gruchak's urging was very anxious.
Rumlow put away his sad expression, then stretched out his hands and held the glass of blood!
His hands were shaking a little, but fortunately he didn't spill even a drop of blood.
With trembling hands, he placed the golden cup in front of him and then raised his head!
“Okay boy!
You are now truly qualified to succeed Tarik.
The bloodline of the Storm Tribe... is really ridiculous. ”
I don’t know who Gruchak’s words were addressed to.
After drinking the blood, he fell straight to the ground!
He's still breathing!
Then Gruchak set his sights on Constantine and Dr. Reed.
"I might be a little rough.
Please bear with it a little!
I'm in a hurry to face Rakanos."
A smile appeared on Gruchak's face!
The next moment, overwhelming power acted on Constantine and Dr. Reed!
After that, the field of power belief will be opened!
In this battle, there is only one person standing at the end!
That's Gruchak!
Just like in the past, he did not lose to anyone except himself!
(End of this chapter)