Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 302

The Seven Demon Kings of Hell are actually just a somewhat powerless collective term.

For human beings, the seven demon kings are all full of danger. After all, there are not many existences that have the ability to say no to the seven demon kings.

Andariel seems to be the one with the least ambition among the Seven Demon Kings, just like the big bug Duriel, who is simply satisfying her hobbies hidden in her soul.

But that doesn't mean they don't have a city.

"Andariel, you will say it, before I find a way to devour you."

When Burkeseau said this, he touched the tattoo on his chest with his hand, and his tone was very stern.

You can even feel the cruelty that comes from the blood of the devil.

"You were never the one we feared the most, Burkesso. You have lost the sublime of your soul. What is the difference between you and a killing machine?

You don't even frighten me more than that Vorusk guy, not even that brainless idiot Cassius. "

There was disdain in Andariel's voice. Azmodan, who was also imprisoned in the dark soul stone, had some changes in Andariel.

"You don't have a hobby, you like spirits just because it's something that can sting you.

You have no hope, not even desire, nor ambition.

Burkeseau, tell me what is the meaning of your existence? Is it just lofty devotion?

You are like a body without self, and you made this choice just because you heard the bewitchment of those archangels.

What is the difference between the actions of those archangels and ours? "

Andariel's voice sarcastically stated his views on all this.

Bourkessel could even think of Andariel's disgusting body full of charms, who was cutting her hair, and her beautiful expression with cruelty and viciousness was exuding charm.

"I heard people's wailing and saw children's tears.

I felt the piercing despair and hatred for you.

Andrea, you are a complete soul, but you have never had the chance to feel the sublime of human beings! "

Burkeseau said lightly.

This is his truth, but not all.

"There is no difference between us and the archangels. We have corrupted countless people, and they have only 'infected' the strongest among humans. In the end - you humans, Nephalem - will only serve as the nutrient for the rules."

What Andariel said at this time made Azmodan silent.

Azmodan felt that it was time for him to consider another way to treat Andariel.

Everything Andariel has shown now is beyond the knowledge of Azmodan, the evil king.

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.

Cooperative, but equally hostile.

Every **** demon king wants to become a great demon god, but Diablo has gone the farthest on this road.

"You mean Rasma is beyond your control? Or is it the same for Bulkesso?"

Burkeseau twisted off the seal of the wine bottle and took a swig into his mouth.

The quality of spirits? Bourkessel doesn't care about this.

I like issues like tingling, Andariel is right.

He just likes the tingling sensation.

Gaining power is never free.

As the price of surpassing Cassius' mastery of ignoring pain, the feeling was very dull for Bourkesso.

Therefore, he has no requirements for the taste of food, and the taste is only a powerful sacrifice for Bourkesso itself.

He didn't feel anything about Andariel's bewitching words.

On the contrary, he paid attention to different things. For example, Andariel avoided talking about Rasma.

"Rasma wants to wake up her mother, how do you think Lilith, the common mother of Nephalem and I, will treat Malthael?"

"Malthael will make Lilith understand the meaning of death."

Bourkessel intends to end the conversation, and the language will often seem hollow.

As a bridge of communication, language is only useful when two parties need to communicate.

And now, Bulkesso didn't intend to have any understanding with the Demon King of Hell.

"Hehehe~ Burkesso, I'm fooling you to think that you are not as unambitious as I imagined? Or your ambition is not comparable to that of Volusk."

Andariel left a string of silver bell-like laughter.

Who would dedicate himself loftily? Even willing to lose himself?

hero?

Andariel has seen too many heroes in her life, but none of them are as determined as Bulkesso.

No ambition? Or a hero without a purpose is not as determined as Bulkessel.

"Ambition? Maybe. But before that, I have to give you a home!"

Bulkessel roared violently? Bourkesoe's voice could be heard everywhere on the holy mountain, the kind of sound like the tongue of fire in a furnace?

"Burgessor!"

Leoric's voice sounded at the right time, and the burly skeleton of the Skeleton King appeared in front of Bulkessel.

Has Craig got the memory that belonged to Kharazim? The current Skeleton King is no longer tangled.

There doesn't seem to be much difference between what Bourkesso is doing now and when he was driven mad by Diablo.

So he was worried.

"Leoric? It's nice to see you standing here."

Burkeseau said to Leoric with a blank expression.

He kept rubbing the mouth of the wine bottle with his hands, and his rough fingers made an unpleasant noise on the mouth of the glass.

"Although you won't have the ability to resist the persecution of the Demon King of Hell like me, you are already on the brink of danger."

"As for Leah, I'm sorry. Leoric."

Burkeseau finally had the opportunity to tell Leoric this sentence.

"Burgessor? Tell me about my granddaughter. I think she must be like Aidan? An upright child."

Leoric let out a long exhalation sound.

Although he no longer has the conditions to exhale, the lament from his soul still makes everyone feel his regret.

"Leah, she is kind. Kinder than me, Kane, and even Auriel."

Bourkesso organized the language and sat directly on the ground.

Sitting directly on the ground in the snow of the holy mountain? The whole body was immersed in the snow.

"But you know, Lia has no one to guide her to gain strength? Although in the eyes of ordinary people, she is also a powerful warrior.

But compared to the Demon King of Hell, that's too far behind.

She never complained? Even watching Kane's body turn to ashes in the flames, she never complained. "

Burkeseau spoke slowly.

When did Burkesso know Leah? Sonya and Li Min were already by Leah's side.

That monk in Karasim is like a guide? Helping Leah constantly.

"Leoric? You know. Human kingdoms are always changing, and there are only a few ways to gain power that are truly passed down. Before Canduras, the kingdom of darkness was also destroyed. .

Only a few ways are the most stable ways to become stronger. "

Leoric was silenced by Burkeseau's words.

Whether it's the fallen kingdoms or the wanderers.

Among them, there are also very powerful warriors.

But apart from those occupations and ethnic groups represented by the first generation of Nephalem, there is no longer a stable and strong path.

Leoric is very strong, there is no doubt about that.

Before he became the Skeleton King, he was still a powerful warrior enough to face the Demon King of Hell.

It's even hard to say whether the living Leoric is stronger or the Skeleton King is stronger.

But that's not a road to a strong man with a benchmark.

"While I was alive... forget it. It doesn't look like you want to talk to me about the past. Bourkesso, your long life has allowed you to witness the rise and fall of Canduras, which are not legends to you, but past."

A faint blue light flashed in Leoric's empty eye sockets.

That is the soul of the Skeleton King.

He exists, so this skeleton can be as clean as new.

"That was yesterday! Leoric!"

Burkeseau roared uncontrollably.

The ancestors not far away were silently watching what happened here.

For the Nephalem of the longevity species, many things happened just yesterday.

Raiko folded her arms in front of her chest and lowered her head.

She felt some discomfort in her throat, but she didn't want to clear her throat.

Just "yesterday", she lost her lover.

That is enough to be unforgettable.

So Recco believed in fate, and even got the favor of Ytherael.

"Burgessor, you are the courage of a barbarian."

Talek appeared beside Bulkesso, his thick arms resting on Bulkesso's shoulders.

"You are the king of barbarians, but you don't seem to be so competent. You are the only king among barbarian leaders who made barbarians a rare group."

Maddock stuck his axe on the ground and said while rubbing his chin with one hand.

"But you are also the most noble king, but you are less selfish."

Korrick stood beside Skeleton King and patted Leoric on the shoulder casually.

The three ancestors are not the predecessors of Burkesso, they are partners.

Grow together and fight together until the moment of death.

So there are a lot of things that only the three of them can tell Bourkeseau.

"The king should not be a saint, Burkeseau, but you are an exception."

Vorusk spoke quietly while standing on a distant cliff.

Without desire, there will be no possession.

Noble, that means not plundering.

Being kind, I thought that fighting was always the last choice.

But only Bulkesso, who is the least like a king, is the king trusted by all the barbarians.

"Burgesseau, it's really interesting."

Azmodan finally found a chance to speak.

In his opinion, now is the best chance to corrupt Bulkesso.

Being pointed out by someone familiar can easily breed sin.

Azmodan sensed a familiar smell, and with just a little guidance, evil would spread.

People have always been like this, and negative emotions are always emerging.

Therefore, Azmodan, the Lord of Sin, is the most difficult to defeat the Demon Lord of Hell.

"But I am the king of barbarians! You should respect the king a little!"

Burkessel ignored the voice of Azmodan in his head.

He shouted loudly to the soul in front of him.

"There is no king who does everything by himself, Burkeseau."

Tariq took out the proof of shame and inserted it beside Maddock's great axe.

Like Klick, he pulled out his giant axe and stuck it on the ground.

Three huge heavy weapons are intertwined, like a mountain.

"Woo~"

There was a rough sound of breaking through the air, and Vorusk's gravel hammer fell heavily on the weapon mountain.

The stone hammer of the Immortal King is exuding a dazzling blood-red light.

The original legendary weapon will carry the light of the soul of the person who shaped the legend.

The blood-like crimson is the soul of Volusk.

With the red light flickering on the stone hammer of the Immortal King.

Proof of shame, Maddock's grief, and the three legendary weapons of Bastin's Power also began to shine.

Tariq's proof of shame floats with gray remorse, and his soul is gray with hope and pain.

Maddock's great axe was exuding a faint blue light, which was sadness.

Maddock, the battle prophet, knew the outcome of the battle, so he was always sad, and his axe became rusty and full of depression.

Maddock, the rudest, has been immersed in downright sadness.

The power of Bastin exudes a warm fire, but in just an instant, it turns into a fierce orange-yellow, and it is gradually changing to incandescence.

Kelick's soul is full of cherishing life, warm but tyrannical.

His incomparable love for life filled him with anger in battle.

After all, fighting is to take away life, so Korrick's soul is the purest anger.

"Burgessau, you haven't created a legend, have you?"

Leoric looked at the scene in front of him, and asked with some disbelief.

Burkesso has not really created his own legend, and no one knows what color his soul will be.

Perhaps Malthael knew this, because when he was fighting with Bourkesso, the power of death would make him see different things.

"Legends are the power you leave behind after the curtain ends."

Bulkasso looked at the hill composed of several weapons, and took out Oathkeeper and Merciless.

The two legendary weapons are shining brightly.

The oathkeepers of Andakur'Gath are gray and white filled with hatred.

The betrayer brother Anda Kurgas killed with his own hands, he had no mercy, only anger full of hatred.

Mocot's merciless exudes a green that is full of love for life.

Mocot, who has no mercy for all sins and named his weapon "merciless", is the one who can't bear to see his life die the most.

Some guys, as long as they live, they will make it impossible for others to live.

So even if he couldn't bear it, Mocot persuaded himself not to show mercy.

"And I! Burkeseau! It will never end!"

When Bourkesso said these words, the entire Holy Mountain of Harrogath was trembling.

"Che, you were still calling light at that time... Forget it, it's not a disappointment."

Hyrabo, who was named the Conqueror, whispered in a low voice not far away.

There was a smile on his face.

Without making the legend into a weapon, his entire body is constantly exuding black.

Conqueror, it's just a joke.

What did Hyrabo conquer?

He just had to plunder the few survival resources for the continuation of his clan.

He just felt like a joke, full of sarcasm.

The conqueror is a pacifist, what he wants is to quell the war in the world. But so that the children of the tribe don't have to shiver in the cold wind topless.

He waged unjust wars and suffered for it.

However, it was called the conqueror.

At this moment, pure power began to radiate from the holy mountain.

Pure, colorless power.

Only the constantly trembling ground is the evidence of the strength.

The power of the holy mountain pulled away the legends of the ancestors with their shining souls, and charged towards Bourkesso.

The mixed colors turned into pure brilliance, directly hitting Bulkessel's forehead.

The blood-red brilliance and pure brilliance on the Dark Soul Stone were twisted together, and the wings of courage behind Bourkesso began to emerge.

The three forces began to collide, and then rushed into Bourkessel's forehead.

"what have you done!"

Azmodan let out a tragic cry, and he was being strangled by several intertwined forces.

The kind of pain that seemed to put the soul in a grinding wheel and kept stirring it made the king of sin start to cry.

His mourning spread to the entire holy mountain.

The connection between the dark soul stone and the outside world was forcibly opened up by mixed forces, and the dark soul stone is not the cage that never ends at this moment.

"Okay, Azmodan, be a little more respectable. You are the Demon Lord of Hell."

Andariel's voice full of pleasure sounded, and everyone could feel the pleasure and distortion.

The king of torment, Andariel finally found the feeling she always wanted to find.

Pain!

Andariel kept torturing everything, from the body to the spirit, she kept trying all kinds of terrible punishments.

The purpose is to make his twisted soul feel pain.

Andariel is not complete.

As the child of Inarius and Lilith, she was supposed to be a Nephalem, just like Rathma.

But her birth was not smooth, she did not inherit the power of the angel's father, but completely inherited the magic power of Lilith.

The remnants of the angel made her soul incomplete, so she kept devouring the souls of the suffering ones, trying to make herself whole.

Andariel doesn't expect herself to be a Nephalem, but at least she wants to be a complete demon.

Incompleteness is Andariel's pain. In order to be complete, Andariel constantly creates tragedies and constantly develops torture.

Step by step, she ascended to the throne of the Demon King of Hell, but she is not a complete demon after all.

"Today is such a beautiful day~ the birds are singing~ the flowers are blooming! A day like this, a child like you! It should burn in the flames of hell!"

Vader's figure suddenly appeared nearby, speaking in a singing-like tone.

The moment he finished speaking, the intense 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 for your own weakness! Hate for loss!

His lover was taken away by Azmodan, the evil king, and then devastated by Andariel, his lover's soul was shattered into pieces.

Before Vader died, he saw his lover's broken body like a pool of rotten flesh!

There is only one head left, with twisted pain on it!

Just by seeing a head, he understood how much torture his lover suffered before he died!

It wasn't his lover's misery that made him hated and filled his soul!

But those open eyes are full of hope for life!

Before his lover died, he was still full of hope for him!

She believes that Vader will make enough money to redeem her from the clutches of the Demon King of Hell!

"Die!"

Vader roared, his eyes were completely red.

The pupils continued to expand, turning into two deep voids from which the tears of the soul flowed!

"Azmodan! Andariel! Die! Die! Die!"

Vader's roar became sharper and more mad!

The light of Kanai's Box appeared on Vader's body!

This ancestor, who was always doing nothing, avoided the sight of others and got the acquiescence of Volusk!

Successful contact with Kanai's Box!

"Such a great artifact, you were finally used to do a great thing!"

Vorusk stood on a high place and laughed wildly, his body trembling constantly.

Bourkessel's sacrifice was what he witnessed.

Volusk is the Immortal King!

Before Bourkesso has no successor, he will **** every barbarian!

Since Bourkessel has made a sacrifice and chose a noble sacrifice, then as an immortal king, he will not let a barbarian go crazy in pain!

Bulkesso'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 the soulless Bulkesso, he must be above everything!

At this moment, Vader's power became the last straw in this struggle!

The entanglement of the three forces finally decides the winner!

The power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath poured into Bulkessel's forehead, and the dark soul stone got rid of the blood red and dark brown appearance, and became bright.

All the brilliance rushed into the dark soul stone on Burkesoe's head.

"I see, Volusk, I always thought your legendary wildness was just bragging! Haha!"

Leoric laughed out loud!

When he met Bourkessel, at the time when he and Bourkesso reached an agreement.

He was disappointed in Vorusk, the only immortal king in the legend.

Because at that time Vorusk was like a villain who bewitched an ignorant teenager to make sacrifices.

He doesn't have the courage that an immortal king should have.

But until now, he finally understood all of Vorusk's plans!

"Unfortunately, you have left that world now! If you get the legends of those places in the Sensai Academy, Bulkesso will be able to liberate his soul!

It's a pity that all these changes are beyond your imagination! "

Leoric roared loudly, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

If Bulkessel hadn't left the original world, the legends of monks, crusaders, wizards, witch doctors, and witchers could completely crush the souls of six **** demon kings!

And turn these into nourishment for Bulkesso!

The separated part of the soul will become unprecedentedly powerful, and it will become a great demon-like existence in the dark soul stone.

As long as he receives the blessings and gifts from the archangels, Bulkesso will surely ascend to the high platform of the God of Creation.

"What a pity! What a pity! You guys still have Kanai's Box! What a pity!"

Leoric watched with regret what was happening in front of him.

The legends of the six major occupations are enough to completely smash the souls of all **** demon kings except Diablo!

Coupled with the divine power of Kanai's Cube, these fragments will blend into Bulkessel's body without hindrance!

The reason why Burkesso inherited this glorious name is because Vorusk has long figured out how to make him the greatest barbarian.

If everything goes according to Vorusk's idea, then the current Bulkasso is the strongest Bulkasso!

And Bourkesso, as an existence that has divided his own soul, he will not be afraid!

The fearless Bulkesso is Diablo's greatest nemesis!

No fear, no confusion!

Even in the realm of fear, he will not be defeated by Diablo!

Burkesso could have become a god.

It's a pity that the sudden appearance of Malthael ruined this opportunity!

The weapons of those barbarian ancestors turned into entities in the dark soul stone and pierced Azmodan's body heavily.

"A little bit more! A little bit more!"

Vader has gone crazy!

His hatred is the dominant force in penetrating the soul of the Demon King of Hell.

The power to completely smash the two **** demon kings is not enough!

"Reko! Give me your legend!"

Vorusk shouted loudly!

Not far away, Leko still clasped her arms in front of her chest and watched silently.

Those who believe in fate are willing to sacrifice, but they will never violate the established rules.

Raiko, whom Ithril was looking after, did not interfere in this matter.

But she knew exactly what Vorusk was going to do.

"Reko! Hurry up!"

Orongus and Cassius roared directly at Lecco, and Orak waved the God of War Blade in his hand directly at Lecco.

Kanuk, who had been watching Reco, suddenly rushed out, knocking Orak out like a bolt of lightning.

If Lecco believes in fate, then Canuck's belief is Lecco himself.

There will be no hesitation for Recco Canuck! Even if he has to face his companions for thousands of years!

"Casius, calm down!"

A challenge from Coutur of the Big Bear Tribe appeared behind Orongus, his arms wrapped around Orongus like two giant pythons.

On the holy mountain, except for Bourkesso, no one is stronger than Coutour.

Orongus, who was directly protected by Coutur, lost his ability to move.

"Courtour, we have different positions on this matter!"

Cassius yelled at Courtour.

He was already convinced in the contest with Bourkesso.

Cassius thinks that Bulkesso is worthy of everyone's help and worthy of becoming a **** of creation!

Even in the face of his best friends, he still stood on the side of Bulkesso and Vorusk!

"Caseus, think about how to face Banar first!"

Courtour shouted loudly at Cassius.

He doesn't plan to fight Cassius, just like Cassius doesn't want to fight him either.

Banar appeared on the opposite side of Cassius with red eyes, waving the two knives in his hands indiscriminately.

"Banaer, are you crazy!"

Cassius has no time to deal with the power monster Coutur.

When facing Banar, no existence can take it lightly!

Banar, who was completely caught in the frenzy, would never stop unless he was defeated!

"Xia!"

Banar roared wildly!

"Azmodan, I X you X!"

Cassius' iconic swearing battle cry appeared, but he did not name his companions.

Even someone like him would not insult his own people.

So Azmodan became the existence he named!

"Vorusk, what are you going to do to me?"

Leko's eyes looked at Volusk flatly, she was really curious.

The legendary set of the barbarian, all three sets are on Bulkesuo's body.

But she is wearing the legendary suit that belongs to her!

Raiko's Legendary Charge!

At this time, aside from Bulkesso on the holy mountain, the strongest fighting force was not Vorusk, who had just handed the gravel hammer to Bulkesso.

It's the believer in the fate of Raiko!

Wearing the legendary suit, she is the strongest fighting force on the holy mountain under Burkesso!

It's just that she won't fight like Volusk.

Vorusk is just the immortal king, and Reko is just a poor female warrior who died for the fate of Vorusk's mistakes.

In other words, Volusk owes Reko his life!

"You know, your legend is not a must! Raiko!"

Even though Vorusk's tone was very serious, he still spoke with a smile.

"what!"

Olak let out a battle cry, apparently he had made a real fire in the battle with Canuck!

Canuck is not the kind of person he likes.

A powerful barbarian, as the leader of the bull tribe after Rekko, Kanuk always seeks his death in battle.

He has no sense of responsibility. What he wants is not the strength of the tribe, but just to keep following in the footsteps of Raiko.

"God of War? God of War will die too!"

Canuck roared, and charged towards Orak with his shoulders sideways!

There was no difference in the posture between this blow and the blow that he stayed on forever and never returned to Azmodan's belly.

But this time, there was no dense army of demons to let him accumulate strength.

"Chief Kanuk! You guy who didn't even inherit the leader's name! How dare you!"

Olak unleashed his signature punch, and the huge energy slashed directly at Canuck's body!

Olak is not known for his explosiveness, he is good at never-ending, never-ending battles.

Stable and precise, but lacks the power to set the tone.

He is undoubtedly stronger than Canuck, but winning is not something that can be done in a short time.

"Calgar!"

Orongus smashed Courtour's nose with a back head butt, but it had no effect.

It's just that there was a nosebleed, not too serious or too serious, and it's not even an injury.

Coutur's strong neck made it impossible for his head to be easily shaken.

Even if the bridge of his nose is hit hard, he will not be shaken in the slightest!

Courtour is such a person, stubbornly like a stone.

Orongus called the vanguard general Calgar.

The legendary barbarian, who could pierce the body of a demon with a flagpole, joined the battle with a furious charge, with a crude spear in his hand.

Facing his compatriots, even if this battle could not be easily resolved, he did not intend to use all his strength to fight.

Fighting is another field.

A heavy sword fell from the sky and slashed heavily on Calgar's spear!

Jump Slash · Death descends from the sky!

Here comes the barbarian who was named the Sword Saint, Sword Saint Kahn! The creator of the Talented Fighter!

A legendary barbarian who kept fighting, shouting to kill as much as possible, and finally drowned in the endless sea of ​​demons!

He doesn't think the existence of the gods of creation is necessary. That's why I chose to prevent Reko's side from falling into a disadvantage.

The ending of everything will let time prove right or wrong!

"Vorusk, you selected the legends of those guys as the ladder for Bulkesoe to become stronger, but they are not the best choice, aren't they?"

Leko still spoke to Volusk with that indifferent expression.

There was no emotional change in the hoarse voice.

"Of course, the most ideal state is Kanuk's War God's Blade, and Cole's Hidden Peak's Wrath. Bastin's Power and Proof of Shame are not very suitable choices."

Vorusk said with a smile.

The lion-like blonde hair swayed in the wind.

"I want to know, if we didn't come to this world, how would you convince other guys?"

Raiko asked.

The mages of the Sensai Academy, the Crusaders of the Temple of the Brave, the monks of the Sky Temple, the witch doctors of the Invisible Land, and the witchers of the Avengers Camp are not the kind of existences that can be persuaded.

As for the necromancers of the Shadow Kingdom, they only follow Rathma's will.

And Rasma couldn't have Bulkesso ascend to the throne of the creator god, so the necromancer itself was not counted by Vorusk.

"Because of Burkesso and Sonya."

Vorusk just said two names.

Sonya and Johanna befriended. As the most powerful Crusaders of this generation, Johanna has completely mastered all the right to speak in the Temple of the Brave.

Nazbo, the witch doctor, had already reached a consensus with Volusk, and wanted to create a God of Creation 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 of the Sky Temple, they owe Bulkesuo a big favor. After all, the legendary set of Dragon Soul was repaired by Bulkesuo himself, and they would not stop it.

As for the mages of Xiansai College, Li Min will solve those problems.

As a profession based on knowledge, mages have different views on equipment and legends than other professions.

The legacy of the ancestors is only a guide for mages to study and move forward, and it is not something that cannot be given up.

Volusk had already thought about everything.

"Is that so? It's just now that Bourkesso seems to need my legend, but I don't plan to let change happen."

Recco was noncommittal about Vorusk's statement.

She still stands firmly on the guidance of fate.

"Bulkesso is the benchmark for the barbarians! It is the banner of progress! It is the only way to continue the race!"

The smile on Volusk's face changed slightly, and he roared with urgency.

Vader's soul cannot control those powerful forces for long, 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.

"Vorusk, we all know that after death you can't defeat me after death."

Raiko said indifferently.

He put the helmet heavily on his head, covering his delicate and pale face.

Of course she was not without feelings for Bourkessel.

As the being who has gone the furthest along the barbarian path, Bulkesso is a different being to all the barbarian ancestors.

But Bulkesso's actions made Malthael suddenly descend on the holy mountain of Harrogath, and this was the reason why the ancestors had doubts about Vorusk's choice.

With the arrival of Malthael, those barbarians who had been forced to gather turned into scumbags, saying that it is impossible for them to have no complaints.

For this reason, the ancestors represented by Raiko thought that making Bulkesso the creator **** itself was a choice against fate.

Like Volusk's challenge to the doom of death itself, these ancestors feared that the plan would inflict an even harsher price on the barbarians.

"But you forget a guy, even if you're still alive, it's impossible to kill him. It's the same for me."

Vorusk took out a crown and tossed it gently in his hand.

Leoric's crown!

Skeleton King Leoric is on the holy mountain of Harrogath!

At this time, only Bulkesso on the holy mountain has the ability to suppress Leoric, who is not in the realm of life.

A Skeleton King who did not reveal his existence to the world after being revived has no weaknesses!

Even if Raiko and Volusk were still alive, they couldn't kill Skeletron completely.

Merely breaking Leoric's bones means nothing.

If Leoric doesn't plan to fall asleep, he can reappear in front of everyone in a prosperous state with just a few breaths.

"You mean that monster? This is the Holy Mountain of Harrogath!"

Raiko said in a contemptuous tone~www.mtlnovel.com~ The Skeleton King is indeed difficult to deal with, but on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, the Skeleton King will be severely suppressed as well.

After all, he is not a life, neither an angel nor a devil.

The Skeleton King is on another level, and Harrogath won't let him use his power easily.

"I am the Immortal King! And Bulkesso, the chosen user of Kanai's Cube! He is protected by the first ancestor!"

Vorusk said in a threatening tone.

The aura brought by the vastness of pure power kept approaching Raiko.

"You're going to rely on this to make me surrender? Stop joking! The Immortal King? Even the original ancestors can't change my will!"

Raiko roared, and a powerful aura began to emerge from her body.

That is a decisive tear, that is a painful struggle!

With attachment in despair, anger sinking in love!

Legendary Barbarian Raiko!

There was that legendary armor on her body! The host of Reiko is all in love, filled with all of Reiko's life!

"Why do you think I want to intervene?"

Leoric laughed loudly.

"The God of Creation? To be honest, if the person you chose was not Bourkesso, I would absolutely prevent this from happening. I have never had a good impression of God."

Chapter end