In the middle of a battle that wasn't really a battle, Bulcaisel slapped Warusk's gravel hammer aside with a frustrated stab.
“Can’t you guys just wait for me to do everything well?”
Bulkessor’s body is still shining with red light.
Anger seemed to burst out of his body at any time!
“We have our own will, so naturally we cannot do anything but wait.
Since you bear the pain and expectations of all barbarians, you should know my purpose. "
Warusk looked at Burkaiso's current state with disgust in his eyes.
"The future I sketched must be better than the present. ”
“But there won’t be us in that future, right? ”
The relationship between the two immortal kings changed from the edge of a tense situation to some kind of weird exchange.
"That's not the case. Your will has become a part of me, but you should also know that I am not just a collection of wills!"
The heavy blade condensed with flames in Bulkesso's hand flickered.
"Yes, you are the great Uldyssian, the mighty Bul-Katho, the immortal king of the barbarians.
But you are not me."
Worusk put his gravel hammer on his shoulder, his eyes becoming more and more manic.
"I made this choice precisely because I trust you, and you should let me sleep forever as soon as possible.
I already feel strange and irritable."
Warusk's figure became A bit unreal.
The power in the Holy Mountain is concentrated on him. This state is not the normal state of Volusk.
His own power has been given to Gruchak before. As long as he completely disappears, that power will allow Gruchak to go further!
From being almost the same as Leiko to being on par with the three demon gods.
Authority is the rule, and strength determines how much authority can be displayed.
At this time, Warusk used the power of the Holy Mountain to make himself stronger, even beyond when he was alive to a certain extent.
“I don’t understand why you want the archangel to be killed. This seriously disrupts my arrangement.”
Bulkesso looked at the front and finally gave up. asked the charging Volusk.
"Your attempt to use the power and personality of the Archangels to destroy the Demon King's will has proven successful.
But among the three Demon Gods, you only took action against Mephisto's will.< br>
And how much have you paid just to destroy this will?"
Warusk asked with a sneer.
“Of course you can be silent, but I remember the name of every giver!
The three ancestors paid a lot of soul essence for this matter, as well as the remaining will of Jotun Kule and Kanai.
Even adding a few powerful souls in this world itself.
Then Bulkesso! tell me! After you imprison the souls of Diavolo and Baal in the Dark Soul Stone, how do you completely destroy them?
Let their equivalent archangels be obliterated together?
Or looking for more victims? ”
Warusk's voice became louder and louder, becoming deafening!
Obviously he is not optimistic about the results currently shown by Bulqueso!
"What does this have to do with the fact that archangels can be killed?"
Bulkessor asked, although his voice seemed a little weaker.
“After the archangels only have one life, death is something that can threaten them.
Before, you threatened them with violence and handed over your identity and part of your recoverable power.
Now, you can use violence to slowly weaken them like boiling frogs in warm water! "
Warusk said without any hesitation.
"Do you think that if those archangels were handed over half of their existence, they would be able to fight against the remaining two demons? wait? "
Bulkasso sneered.
"At least it won't be worse than other situations.
The weak Archangel can no longer make our existence like being in a small boat that can capsize on the sea at any time!"
Voru Sk's eyes were full of cracks like glass balls that had been thrown to the ground!
“My time is running out, let me perish in the hands of the great Immortal King!
The power accumulated in the Holy Mountain is still beyond my expectation, I have no choice Keep at it.”
Warusk said slowly.
As he finished speaking, there were a few more cracks on his eyeballs.
There is even anger seeping out of the cracks!
“You just don’t want to hold a ceremonial funeral.
After you passed the immortality you mastered to the three of Hairab, you even took yourself with you. The authority has been exhausted.”
Bulkesso's anger swelled a little more.
A few strands of flame burst out from the cracks in his body that looked like a broken furnace!
“I don’t believe in the first ancestor, although he gave the barbarians a strong foundation.
But you and I both know what a terrible power anger is. Without hatred, anger becomes controllable.
But it cannot show its strongest side
I went a long way on the path of anger, but in the end I chose the broken power of death. ”
A smile forced out of Warusk’s face.
It was just this smile that made the skin on his face fall to the ground like crumbs, and then he was struck by the Holy Mountain The accumulated powerful power turned into dust.
"Sacrifice? I have always hated sacrifice itself. ”
Bulkessor’s tone was extremely weird, like a sigh or annoyance.
But the anger still burned in the cracks in his body.
“I still have a secret, that is my second plan.
It’s just that I didn’t expect that the first plan could unfold so smoothly and get what I wanted. The desired result.”
Worusk smiled even brighter.
Just this smile turned another part of his body into fly ash.
"Tell me about it, I think it is not meaningless for you to bring up Plan 2 at this time.
I will let you get the crushing you want before you finally dissipate."
Bulkesso's eyes were already shrouded in anger.
“Concealing your emotions? I have always thought this is strange.
I just want to laugh louder than everyone else and be crueler than all my enemies!
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When I cry, my tears must be more violent than anyone else's!
Life is inherently fiery, so what’s the point of hiding your emotions? "
Worusk said funny.
"You should remember that the body of the first ancestor completely disappeared when the Holy Mountain of Arreat was detonated.
But my body still exists.
Originally, I wanted to wait until the barbarians could no longer exist, and then use the power of death I had to fight again.
But my plan was too successful, so now I have lost the authority to die. "
Worusk said with a dry smile.
"Who are you going to let use your body that has been tempered but infected by the power of death?
I guarantee that the other ancestor spirits will not talk too much. ”
Bulkesso said seriously.
"What if I said, I plan to leave my body to you?"
Warusk said with a strange look in his eyes.
At this time, his eyeballs seemed to be filled with fog composed of cracks!
The body he was using at this time was indeed on the verge of reaching its limit.
"I am still alive, and I don't think there is any need to change my body."
Bulkessor frowned.
Every expression Warusk makes at this time will turn part of his body into ashes.
Every movement Bulcaisso makes at this time will cause anger to spurt out from the cracks in his body.
“Barbarians are never guys who know how to cherish their own bodies. Look at your body that is riddled with holes right now.
Your anger and your spontaneity have reached their limit.
Calm your own authority with anger? How did you come up with this kind of thing? "
Worusk joked.
"The power of nature is so vast that even the Nephalem cannot fully control it.
And I am just allowing myself to master more nature.
I have a feeling that archangels and demons are not the biggest difficulties we need to encounter. "
Bulkeso said casually. In this place where multiple forces are integrated, he can say anything.
The barrier Li Min built outside even It can shield the observation of fate, but the shielding is from the outside in.
"I'm not asking you to change your body, but I'm asking you to do something with the forging you're good at lately.
Since you can use your body as a furnace, then turn my body into material.
Then repair your broken furnace which is not even tight.
I am also a stag, but after today is over, you will be the only stag.”
Warusk laughed twice.
Then his chin and throat completely turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
The body he is using at this time is an entity created by the fusion of the soul and the power of the Holy Mountain.
The collapse of this body means that his soul is about to disappear!
“You always make your own decisions.”
Bulkessor said in a strange tone, seemingly with a little compassion.
"I just made a choice. As for my body...
You need to put on my armor first.
My armor was forged by Kanai and a group of skilled craftsmen for me. .
Only in the last step, I did something interesting.
The energy circuit in my legendary suit was drawn with my blood.
This means that a stag dons my armor and has full access to my legendary powers.
Except for my favorite weapon, the gravel hammer. "
Worusk used the power of his soul to incite energy and vibrate and said.
"The gravel hammer you are holding in your hand does not seem to be the one you carried before. ”
Bulkeso said.
As the best blacksmith, Bulcaisel had long distinguished the differences in the weapons in Volusk's hands.
"I gave my original weapon to Gruchak, he will be stronger."
Worusk said.
"Let's go on to talk about how you should find my body. You must first put on my legend..."
"So, you have been waving your body around before. Fight?”
Bulcaisel interrupted directly. .
Warusk wanted to laugh again, but he no longer had his jaw and throat.
The gravel hammer in his hand turned into a stiff corpse!
“There was no fighting, just teaching a few young people.
All Nephalem have to rely on their own bodies when they use their authority, and I am no exception.
In order to keep Hyrab and the others alive, I had no choice but to use my own body as a weapon.
Who would have thought that there would be an opportunity to help you fill your broken furnace? "
Worusk said.
His eyes had turned into ashes at this time, and the fire snake-like things transformed from the energy of the Holy Mountain came out of all the gaps on Warusk's body. It spread out!
Warusk did not expect that Bulkesso had seen through the location of his body at a glance
This somewhat surprised him.
Originally, he wanted to use these words to tell Bulcasso the last joke of his existence.
“Hurry up and give me the ending I want in the last moment of my existence.
I have crushed enemies all my life, and the most powerful opponent can only be evenly matched.
I really want to feel what it feels like to be completely crushed.”
Warusk urged.
His body has reached its limit at this time, and he will not be able to exist for long.
"I would rather watch you disappear little by little than be broken into pieces by me.
When I get out, I will tell them that you were crushed by me and passed away contentedly."< br>
Bulkasso said hesitantly.
His words rarely became choppy.
"Asshole, I never care what they think.
I am the most selfish immortal king! I just want to be happy!"
Worusk was anxious roared.
“You just want to anger me?”
Warusk suddenly reacted.
“You played a joke on me at the end of my life? It’s really yours.
Okay, I’m ready.
Let me disappear, Then take my power to build a better world for you
Although I have no confidence in you on this matter.”
Warusk breathed out a sigh of relief.
As he breathed, his chest also turned into ashes.
Vorusk has no intention of using any remnants of his soul to help Bulkesso.
Although doing so can also provide a lot of help to Bulkesso.
For example, he replaced his sealed fears and memories to maintain the integrity of Bulkeso's soul.
The reason why he didn't want to do this was simple, because Bulcasso was just Bulcaisso, not a suture monster.
Doing so would affect the uniqueness of Bulkatho's soul and the superior existence itself.
"I can't think of any suitable way to say goodbye to you at the moment.
Your departure was as hasty as Kanai's back then."
Bulkesso Said silently.
"I have an idea that maybe you will be interested in."
Bulkessor said suddenly.
While speaking, he also took out the prototype of the legend he forged!
“I hope your soul can be integrated into this legend. Although it is not the heavy hammer image you like.
But I am willing to let your soul reside in this legend. .”
Bulcaisel raised the heavy blade in his right hand and said.
"Its name will be called 'Call of the Immortal King Volusk'.
When its forging is completely completed, countless ordinary legends and ancient legends will appear In this world.
And you may be like the three ancestors, who can transfer some of their consciousness or instincts to other imitations
and then let you appreciate them. Barbarians can be guided by an immortal king."
As Bulcaisuo spoke, he directly penetrated the legendary prototype in his hand through Warusk's body at this time.
“The essence of crushing is to ignore your answer.
You have to become one of my legendary swords. I crushed your free will.
And your strength failed to resist my opinion.”
Bulkessor sighed!
Then Warusk's soul seemed to be absorbed by a vacuum cleaner, completely entering the heavy blade in Bulcaisuo's right hand!
"You are so good. Is this what it feels like to be crushed?"
Warusk's voice came from the heavy blade in Bulcaisuo's right hand!
“You must turn the first generation ancestor into the soul in the weapon in your left hand!”
Warusk’s voice shouted.
His body completely disappeared at this time, and his corpse fell heavily to the ground.
Next Bulcaisel will use Volusk’s corpse as a material to repair his furnace, which is full of cracks!
Warusk has come to an end.
And Bulcasso’s own legendary weapons have also completed the forging of one of them!
Obviously, the other one is reserved for the first generation ancestors...
This result is the most appropriate ending I can think of.
Warusk, who is bound to disappear, still leaves something behind.
Bulkeso's body will undergo new changes.