333 The Warriors End! The Legend Returns! (10,000-Word Chapter)
"Tell me, there is something else I don't know here. I don't want to miss this secret realm."
Rorschach squinted at Warusk, who was laughing strangely, a little impatiently.
His temper was almost completely worn away, and when faced with a group of unreasonable guys, his persistence always seemed funny and embarrassing.
"The Secret Realm will take some time to prepare. You don't have to look forward to it. Believe me, you won't like that battle."
Warusk said without raising his head.
The Rorschach diary in his hand was like a suspense, which Warusk found quite interesting.
Even the original purpose of his appearance was temporarily put behind him.
"A fight that won't be looked forward to? What's the point?"
Rorschach stood beside his corpse with a strange expression.
A pointless battle?
This expression made Rorschach feel a little strange.
In order to survive or to implement one's own will, these are the reasons for fighting.
But fighting for no reason was a bit difficult for Rorschach to understand.
Simply stop thinking about it, time will always bring answers, and of course there will be forgetting.
"Instead of focusing on that, you owe me an explanation."
Rorschach kicked his body with himself, and a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart.
Hit yourself?
It sounds like something is wrong.
Just like the guy who pestered him and was thrown out of the elevator.
"Explain? You mean Joe Ritz?"
Warusk finally moved his eyes away from the diary in his hand.
A pair of copper bell-like eyes looked at Rorschach, with a hint of contempt and ridicule.
The barbarian's explanation is another bad joke.
It was just like when the recruits heard Cormac shouting "Holy Light, have you seen the enemy in front of you?"
At first, some people regarded this voice as a reminder, but after many recruits almost died when they heard this sentence, this sentence became a bit gritty.
"I just want to let you know what we are facing. Everything around you may become an enemy. Can you still unswervingly chop off the heads of your acquaintances?"
Warusk suddenly thought of Leiko, and he was not sure whether Leiko would do the right thing.
But he didn't dare to think deeply, it would be a tragic ending, it would be better to stop here.
"That's not an explanation, Warusk."
Rorschach's soul stared at Warusk and said in a cold tone.
What is this? Perfunctory?
Rorschach continued: "We should know the truth!"
Waves of angry flames appeared in the soul.
"Yes, it looks like he finally has some of the spirit of Bulcasso back then. That's great, boy!"
Warusk closed the diary in his hand and walked to Rorschach.
Still contemptuous, but his tone seemed to be wavering.
"Have you not noticed the difference in your soul?
After inheriting the blood of Bul-Katho, your soul has become a complete Nephalem. The soul of ordinary people cannot continue to exist in this environment. "
"So? This is still not the answer I want."
Rorschach was a little impatient, and the angry flames on his body suddenly expanded in a circle.
"Young man, that secret realm is a grand bet, and the bet is an opportunity to become a god.
And you are the backup we prepared in the gamble. If we lose, you will become another Bulcaisuo, standing in his current position, fighting those things with your own life and will. "
Warusk's voice was neither fast nor slow. Although he was very serious, he didn't seem to care much.
Warusk believed that Bulkesso would not fail.
Because the guy with this name has never been completely defeated.
A seed of hope? That's just a last resort.
"Allow me to interrupt. Did Bulcasso also embark on a dangerous path without any choice back then?"
Rorschach frowned and spoke, seeming to have some pity for Bulcaisuo in his words.
In other words, Rorschach, who still doesn't understand all this, doesn't understand what determination this looks like.
"What are you pitying for? Will you shrink back when you know that the road ahead is full of death?
You won't, so how can Bulcasso back down?
As for the answer you want, I will tell you now!
Joriz said that he was a barbarian who challenged fate. In fact, Leiko was the first one, but he failed. "
Warusk paused, seeming to organize his words.
He needs to search for the things about Joe Ritz from his memory.
That's a little too long ago.
But fortunately, he didn't have to explain to Rochado about Leiko. Rocha was the heir of Bulcasso, and his soul could naturally receive messages from other ancestors when he left his body.
I have to say that this is a very convenient ability, but information is not experience, otherwise it would be too convenient.
Warusk continued talking quickly. Rorschach had already accepted the information. As for reading it, it was better to wait until the matter was over.
"What's missing from Raiko's soul is just a tiny fragment, but a broken soul is broken. Raiko has become a loser because of Jorez's actions!
Under my witness.
And your death is just to let you know what you are facing.
Do you still think that bastard Tyrael is the savior of justice? After your soul feels the protection of this holy mountain?"
Vorusk didn't say much, and Rorschach immediately began to reflect.
Rorschach didn't realize that his soul had become obedient in front of Volusk.
Although it was a not very fair means, the Immortal King's reputation was still good.
Besides, Bul-Kathos was still there, and the Immortal King's will would not be accepted by all barbarians for no reason.
"Justice is wrong?"
Rorschach said vaguely, but this sentence made Volusk want to laugh from the bottom of his heart.
"Justice is always justice, there is no right or wrong.
But Tyrael represents only the justice in his cognition.
Then tell me, is it wrong to stick to your beliefs?"
Vorusk slapped the diary in his hand on Rorschach's corpse.
Bursts of light began to emanate from Rorschach's soul.
Rorschach understood a little bit, what it was like for Tyrael to have justice everywhere.
Vorusk's eyes showed some satisfaction, his efforts were not in vain after all.
"Yes! That's it! Bul-Kathos chose you not only because there is a Tyrael in your soul.
You are very similar to Bul-Kathos, he is judgment, and you are part of the justice of this world.
Only in this way can it be a solid cage, and you can see the way to become a god!"
Vorusk said excitedly.
He originally thought that Rorschach would realize this faster, instead of realizing it when he was about to give up.
Justice always has to have a support.
Besides, this thing has never been the same standard in the world.
"I am the justice of mankind?
Justice should be high above, just like the morality in the heart and the stars in the sky, instead of being represented by that inexplicable person."
Rorschach looked at the brilliance of his soul and was a little puzzled.
Representing justice?
Humans don't have the guts to hang justice on their faces and flaunt it everywhere.
No one can afford this name, maybe this is the reason why justice is an archangel?
"Before you make all your efforts, you have already thought about the retreat? This is not like the barbarians I know."
Rorschach came back to his senses and said to Volusk in front of him.
He began to question the "last resort".
"Go forward courageously? The winner can use gorgeous words to record his past, just like you portray yourself as a saint in your diary.
But can you tell me, are you really noble?
Where are the noble people? Where are the undefeated beings?"
Vorusk's voice still carried contempt, and defects were always despised as imperfections.
But what is perfect?
Where is perfect? At the moment, Rorschach has already got enough.
Volusk took a blood bottle from his waist and smashed it directly on the chest of Rorschach's corpse.
The body began to recover little by little.
As long as Rorschach's soul returned to that body, a man-made "miracle" would happen.
Now his goal has been achieved.
A Rorschach with firm beliefs, a Rorschach who is ready to face everything.
A Rorschach who began to think about what justice is.
Positions will always waver, but no matter what position, justice exists.
Knowing this is enough.
"What will Jorez face?"
Rorschach's soul resisted the strong suction from his body and shouted to Volusk with some difficulty.
It was hard for Rorschach not to care about Jorez who dealt him a fatal blow.
That blow on the head made Rorschach feel a little cold when he thought about it now.
But all he wanted was the final outcome of the ancestor, not for change or revenge, he just wanted to know.
"A relief like a gift."
Vorusk spit on the ground and turned away.
He still needed to keep an eye on Zoltun Kule.
Vorusk didn't know what Jorez would face, but he knew what kind of decision Raiko would make, or maybe not so clearly.
But it didn't matter.
Isn't the Immortal King there to deal with incorrect things?
Vorusk was always ready.
As for the secret realm?
That's not a secret realm at all!
That's the disaster of another world that is about to happen again!
…
"Raiko, what did I do?"
Jorez looked at Raiko in front of him with red eyes.
He found it difficult to accept this result.
Raiko had told him that his change did not escape Bul-Kathos's observation.
When he chose to be Vida, he was the partner that Bul-Kathos trusted, but when he took off Vida's identity and appeared as Jorez, he was a corrupted enemy.
No different from those compatriots who became executioners in the war before.
"What did you do? You made sacrifices for your lover."
Leiko lay on the stone bed and did not turn around to look at Joriz.
The voice was a little trembling, but still determined.
Leiko was a little shaken by the emotion, but this would not affect her final approach.
"Did I do something wrong? Leiko?"
Joriz's voice was a little light and seemed a little unbelievable.
This was the first time Leiko heard such a sound.
Joe Ritz, known as the warrior, has never spoken in such a non-committal tone.
"As your lover, I am touched. Joe Ritz, my husband.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you have done for me.
I love you, past and present. "
Leiko still didn't turn around, but the tremor in her voice was uncontrollable.
That kind of choking deep in his soul, that kind of fear of separation filled this powerful warrior.
"So, Reiko. Did I save you? From the hands of fate?"
Joriz gently approached Leiko, and then slowly lay down on the stone bed.
This is exactly what they did on the coldest winter nights.
Clinging to each other, feeling each other's body temperature.
On a battlefield filled with only blood and weapons, only this one-room cabin can bring a sense of relaxation.
Barbarians are humans too, not killing machines. They still feel pain and tiredness, but they never show it.
"Joriz, my husband, you saved my soul."
Leiko's body twitched a little, as if she was sobbing.
It's just that no one has ever seen Leiko's tears. Maybe Leiko cried on the night when Joriz "died" in battle.
But those tears were only witnessed by this stone bed that could not be warmed by the cold soul.
"Really? Fate is really cruel, but fortunately we can still lie together. It's just that we both lost our heartbeats."
Joriz understood what Leiko meant.
Leiko is still the slave of fate, and can only swing powerlessly like a puppet in front of fate.
Even if you look back, you will be blocked by that thread.
Joriz saved Leiko's soul from ending up alone and from the abyss of lost love.
But not from the hands of fate.
"Joriz, hold me. You will hear my heartbeat, our hearts are connected, and you will feel your own heart beating."
Leiko still didn't turn over.
She just spoke softly, and even now Leiko didn't know who she was speaking to.
"You forgive me, but you can't..."
Joriz came close to Leiko's body, and his breath hit the back of Leiko's neck. That breath was hot enough to melt any trembling heart.
"I forgive you, Choriz! Leiko forgives you. Choriz's wife, Leiko the Barbarian, forgives her husband."
Leiko finally turned around, her face was very calm, but her red eyes already explained her feelings.
An arm with rough gloves and a wrist guard passed through Jorizzi's chest, merely grasping Jorrizzi's heart.
"However, the ancestral spirit barbarian Leiko, the leader of the Bull tribe, the legendary barbarian Leiko cannot forgive a corrupted body."
Leiko snuggled tightly on Joriz's shoulder, and neither of them could see each other's faces.
A beautiful face was covered with tears, but the expression was determined.
There was a smile on a tough face, but the eyes were painful.
The two faces did not face each other, but leaned tightly against each other.
It seems that even at the last moment, we must always remember each other's body temperature.
"Leiko, Choriz loves you, loves the Leiko who wielded weapons on the battlefield, smashed the Satsuma Sabers with her shoulder, and hung the carcass of a giant bear on the long handle of the giant axe.
She loved the one who led her tribe, rushed into the Samo Ren camp, and rescued a defeated warrior, who was covered in internal organs and bloodstains.
Love, even though it has passed through my chest, her arms are still firm, but she holds my heart and her hands are still full of warmth."
Joriz murmured calmly, his heart was already in Leiko's hands.
Joriz, who had been dead for many years, felt his heart begin to beat in the warmth of Leiko's palm.
I felt my blood begin to flow again.
I felt that the body with traces of corruption began to become pure little by little.
"Farewell, my love."
"Farewell, one and only."
A final goodbye.
Leiko's hand tightened in the most gentle way, and the heart that resumed beating turned into a pool of hot red blood.
Joe Ruiz's body disintegrated little by little and disappeared little by little.
Finally, the brightest fragment with endless love exudes warm light.
Then it suddenly merged into Leiko's body!
Devil's blood gushes out of Leiko's body!
The power of the archangel erupts from Leiko's soul!
Joe Ritz left one last gift!
From the Dark Soul Stone, Joriz, who once burned his soul for Bulcasso as Vader, left his last gift.
The blood of Azmodan's soul!
The power that was once left in the Dark Soul Stone and suppressed the other half of Bulcasso's soul consciousness was fused with the blood of the two archangels Imperius and Auriel!
Vader took back his lover's soul from Azmodan, and when he completed the last transaction, the soul was finally free!
The blood of the Archangel, the blood of the Demon King of Hell!
A complete soul!
Leiko's tears finally broke out completely, and they fell into pieces one by one on the stone bed that held all the warm memories of a couple.
Leiko's violent momentum began to spread, and the power that once suppressed a generation was vented unreservedly on the holy mountain of Harrogas!
The stone house was reduced to ashes bit by bit.
"Joriz, even though your title of 'warrior' was spurned by glory the moment you were corrupted, you are still my warrior."
Leiko murmured to herself amid this change.
As the legendary barbarian, Leiko has completed her duties, and now she has to do something for her husband.
"ha!"
Leiko's voice was no longer hoarse, but became high-pitched and sharp!
A war cry resounded throughout Harrogas!
The earth began to tremble, and the higher heavens also trembled!
The hairs on Baal's body stood on end in the burning hell!
Diavolo, who was manipulating Leia's consciousness, felt chills all over! Loosen your grip on Leah!
Auriel appeared at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, her face turned ferocious because of the Prius!
Even Israel, who was hidden in Dr. Manhattan's sight, raised his head!
The spirit of the ancestors, the creator of the legend!
Chief of the Bull Tribe!
The highest leader of the barbarians of that generation!
Leiko! Back!
With endless hatred for the devil!
With the deepest dissatisfaction with the higher heaven!
There is also a trace of guilt for her lover. Even though this guilt is small, it is deeply engraved in Leiko's soul!
"What the hell."
In Prius's face was a look of horror.
At this moment, he understood why Vader would do anything at all, even if his soul burned like a puddle of ashes!
What Joe Ritz did, he already understands!
The other half of the soul in Bulkesso's mind has lost its seal!
And the soul as a last resort! At this time, I started to wake up little by little!
Bulkesso doesn't have much time left!
The other half that contains fragility, carries the past, and represents Bulcaisuo's deepest desire will be exposed in front of Andariel in the dark soul stone!
Unless, when that half of the soul escapes, Bulcasso immediately becomes complete!
Only by doing this can Bulkesso get the chance to become a god!
But the intact soul cannot conquer fear!
Because Prius cannot accept this result!
When Diavolo appears again, he will definitely be powerful beyond his understanding.
Diavolo is one of those guys who gets more difficult with every fight.
Sometimes it's intrigue, sometimes it's more technical sophistication.
A series of war cries rang out from the holy mountain of Harrogas!
The return of Leiko made these ancestors start to respond!
Now, the barbarians have a second surviving strongman!
Even though all the ancestors were horrified by what happened, even though all the ancestors felt the return of Leiko!
There was some confusion in the response's battle cry, because there seemed to be something wrong with Leiko's battle cry.
Especially that kind of tragic anger!
This should have been Bulkesso's patent.
"roar!"
At this time Bulcaisuo let out a war cry!
A louder roar sounded than before!
An aura more ferocious than Leiko swept through!
The ancestors didn't know why Bulkatho issued such a war cry full of confrontation, but Bulkatho was the king of the barbarians!
"Bulkasso! Protect! Protect! Me!"
The three ancestors in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain shouted loudly!
They waved the weapons in their hands and slapped themselves hard on the chest!
The three ancestors trust Bulkesso far more than they trust Volusk and Leiko!
Bulcaisel is their friend and their support in hundreds of years of fighting!
It is the strongest fortress of the barbarians!
Mocott also roared loudly!
Wu Ming's shadow solidified little by little! It hit the ground hard on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas!
Bulkesso is the strong man he recognizes, and he is Mocott's hope to realize his obsession!
It is the best interpretation of all hopes by this barbarian!
Andakulgas held the phantom of the Oath Keepers high and raised his head in the most pious gesture.
The roar blended into the roar of Bulcaisuo!
The Oath Keeper was the first legend belonging to the ancestors that Bul-Katho was given, because Andakulgas believed that Bul-Katho would abide by his oath!
Because Bulkesso has the power to make all those who take the oath abide by their oath!
The power begins to gather little by little!
Orac, Kor, Kortur, Cassius, Calgar, Karn, Olongus and other ancestors roared together!
The war roars converged from the chaos at the beginning into the most magnificent, roughest, and most barbaric loud noise!
The ancestors who trusted Bulcasso would not ask why, because Bulcasso had already proven that he was worthy of their trust!
"Bulkasso! Protect me!"
The huge roar made the new recruits on the holy mountain tremble, and made the friends of the barbarians terrified!
They simply couldn't understand what was happening now!
For these little guys who had been in the holy mountain of Harrogath for less than a year, they had no way to feel the glory and the light that Bulkatho had brought in hundreds of years of fighting!
"With the blood of Reko! With the glory of the bull!"
A strange roar sounded, it was the voice of Canuk!
It was just following the footsteps of Reko, just for that moment of love, just for a moment of eye contact!
Just for the attachment of that long and desolate sigh!
Canuk was an outstanding barbarian and a firm and powerful warrior!
But in his heart, only Reko was the only one.
He had never wavered, and never fallen into darkness!
But that was because Reko had always stood in the right place, standing in the glorious death!
"There have never been two leaders of the barbarians at the same time."
Vorusk left Zoltun Kuler behind and appeared directly outside the Elder Temple. The Immortal King suit on his body began to radiate power!
He muttered with a somewhat ugly face.
"Although, Bul-Kathos is already the strongest, stronger than Raiko, stronger than me, stronger than Kanai, and he may even be the strongest Bul-Kathos."
Vorusk smiled bitterly.
One surrenders, or the other shuts up.
An ancient rule born in the wilderness.
Only the undisputed strongest can lead the barbarians.
Because only the strongest can keep fighting for this race that has never enjoyed a rich living environment!
Tolerating cowardice?
Barbarians will not do such a thing. There is no choice but to fight in the face of survival!
"Raiko, do you want to fight for the responsibility of the barbarian king!?"
Vorusk shouted loudly according to the procedure of the wilderness rules!
He needs to ask Raiko what she thinks. If Raiko chooses to fight for this responsibility, then Bul-Kathos must fight!
As Volusk roared, flames began to burn on the stone pillars outside the Temple of the Elders!
Although the ancestors on the holy mountain, except for Kanuk, all stood on the side of Bul-Kathos.
But Raiko was not alone after all.
Kanuk...
Volusk felt angry, which was disappointment in Kanuk.
An ancestor firmly chose his love in front of the tribe.
This was not a mistake, but it should never appear at the most critical moment of the barbarians!
He didn't know how Raiko was resurrected, but he had a guess.
This guess made Volusk's eyes emerge with dangerous anger!
"Come on!"
Bul-Kathos's body fell outside the Temple of the Elders like a meteorite.
The ground kept shaking, and the Holy Mountain of Harrogath began to shake in Bul-Kathos's anger!
His beard fluttered!
The armor on his body seemed to be pieced together.
Nothing was covered, and the armor looked like he had fought with Masail!
The armor is full of traces of battle, and the remnants of the breath of death hang on the armor.
Scars can be seen everywhere!
Knife wounds, sword wounds, burns, punctures, flames, arcane, thorns!
All imaginable injuries can be seen on Bul-Kathos's body!
There is not much good skin on the bulging muscles!
A flagpole as thick as a bowl stands behind Bul-Kathos! Tightly attached to his back!
The battle flag is full of cracks, and the pattern on it can no longer be seen!
The flagpole is full of wounds, as if it will break at any time!
This is the strongest look of Bul-Kathos!
This is the truest look of Bul-Kathos!
No neat suit of armor!
No meticulously combed hair!
There is no hesitation or calmness in his eyes, only the enthusiasm for fighting, the anger for all injustice and all evil!
Grow in battle!
Achieve in victory!
Standing at the forefront of the slaughter and paving the way!
Gaining glory amid the screams of demons!
Bul-Kathos is a legend in himself!
"Avenge Jorez! Raiko!"
Bul-Kathos roared loudly!
He had already felt what Jorez had done in the Dark Soul Stone.
But that was his compatriot!
Vida was even more of his comrade-in-arms! His partner!
Bul-Kathos silently endured the sequelae of that incident, and only took on the most dangerous outcome by himself!
He even gave Jorez a chance to choose!
As long as Jorez could waver for even a moment when facing Rorschach!
He was willing to leave Jorez's soul!
But Jorez disappointed him after all!
He waved his weapon at Rorschach without wavering, that kind of paranoia was unforgivable!
"Will you fight for Jorez, who was manipulated by fate and treated coldly by the barbarian king?
Will you fight for Jorez, a warrior who eventually became corrupted and harmed the interests of the barbarians in the eyes of the Immortal King and the current king!
Raiko! Answer me!"
Bul-Kathos's anger began to rise, with a tragic, murderous, and resolute anger!
Bul-Kathos was angry about Jorez's choice!
That was not the anger of being betrayed!
But it is a pity that a warrior has completely lost his glory!
"Bulkess, do you regret it?"
Leiko's sharp roar sounded!
A figure that was indistinguishable to the naked eye passed through all obstacles on the ground!
A powerful warrior who only knows how to go straight and never takes any detours!
A violent leader who will only crush any obstacles he encounters!
"Bulkasso! You can stop Joriz!"
Leiko's sharp roar was like a sharp knife tearing through the tragedy and anger brought by Bulcaisuo!
"Under justice! Within the rules! Freedom for all!"
Bulcaisel roared loudly! He had no intention of defending anything!
He didn't want to tell Leiko how many opportunities he gave Joe Ritz!
How much trust he gave Vader!
He doesn’t even want to mention what he’s fighting against!
But Bulkesso will not tolerate attacks from others!
You can ask questions!
That's the venting of out-of-control emotions!
Cry?
That’s okay too!
Bulcaisel will avoid all the sad people and prepare the strongest wine for them, so that the drunkenness can numb the pain of that moment!
But an attack full of murderous intent!
This is not what compatriots should do!
This is not an intolerable loss of control!
Face Bulkesso! Leiko knows exactly what she is doing!
Then you should bear the corresponding consequences!
Bulcaisel twisted his body and swung his thick arm towards Leiko's throat like a big axe!
Barbarians don't do anything like killing someone in advance because of a possible threat!
Nor will we go back and hold ourselves accountable after the rules are established!
But if you do something wrong, you have to take responsibility!
Leiko knew this very well, so she personally put an end to Joe Ritz's crimes!
But Joriz left the last gift, and dug out the strongest foundation stone from the foundation of Bulcasso's strength!
For love.
crazy?
Leiko is the most loving being on the holy mountain of Harrogath!
She knew that Vida was Joe Ritz, but she had never taken a serious look at her husband's face!
She knew Kanuk's passion, but she never wavered in the slightest bit from her unacceptable love!
Leiko exists for love!
Love this tribe of barbarians!
Love your husband!
Love your offspring!
Love life!
Love everything worth loving!
What does it mean to lose love?
Leiko finally let go of the pain of losing Joriz, and finally adapted to the countless years when her lover was by her side and could not recognize each other.
Finally, he made up his mind to put an end to his lover's sins with his own hands!
But Joriz's desperate love still overcame Leiko's sanity!
Anger, irritability, and warlikeness are the most prominent labels of barbarians!
Correct or what? That doesn't matter!
This time Leiko has to fight for love in her life!
This is the only thing she can do before fate envelopes her again!
A brief moment of freedom!
For Joe Ritz!
…
"A long-lost battle between strong men, what do you think? Orek?"
Jotun Kule held the small stone in his hand and made the final adjustments bit by bit.
By the way, he asked the soul of Orek next to him.
Orek didn't answer, just looked into the distance with sad eyes.
"What? Don't you want to see this battle? Don't you remember that you like the performance of strong men fighting best?"
Jotun Kule said with a smile.
The voice was still high-pitched, frivolous and careless.
"Do you think that Leiko has a chance to hurt the current Bulcaisuo? I remember that the secret realm you are in charge of has Leiko's mark?"
Jotun Kule continued to ask, taking out a small knife and gently carving on the stone in his hand.
A vast secret realm, this is what he promised Bulcaisuo.
Can't miss the promise.
Leiko had no chance of victory.
Jordan Kuller knows that.
Even when he beheaded the Great Demon God, Bulcaisuo had already surpassed Volusk and Leiko by a long way.
There is only one question now, and that is what choice Leiko will make.
Jotun Kule wanted to laugh a little.
Among the companions he selected, the names of Leiko and Warusk had never been mentioned. Bulcaisuo was the companion he hoped for most!
Do the nephalem need so many things to become a god?
Maybe it's necessary, maybe it's not.
"Kanai, our choice will eventually prove correct!"
Jotun Kule thought a little absentmindedly.
The stone in my hand flashed with light!
The final preparations for the secret realm have been completed.
The next step is to wait for this battle to come to an end.
Jotun Kule was very curious whether Bulcaisuo could completely suppress those guys with ulterior motives after the battle with Leiko.
"No ambition, short-sighted. Is that you? Bulcasso? Hahahahaha~"
…
"Now is the best opportunity, allies."
Diablo muttered softly.
He knew Annihilation could hear.
The High Heavens are paying attention to everything on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, and they will not find out what is happening in the Burning Hell.
Even Tyrael, who was protecting Leoric in the Burning Hell, would not notice what happened during this time.
Bulkesso is facing another legendary attack!
Even if Leoric sent a message for help, by the time Bul-Kathos had time to come, Leoric had already become a thing of the past.
Oblivion is the natural enemy of the Skeleton King, and it may not even take a moment.
Diablo didn't know whether Azmodan, who was already finished, had already met this end, but that didn't matter.
The brother he always looked down upon actually created such an excellent opportunity!
Diablo suddenly wanted to be proud of Azmodan's ball!
Baal would not stop Oblivion at all.
Diablo was very sure!
Because Baal would understand! This was the price he had to pay after devouring Mephisto!
Baal could understand.
In the Burning Hell, the only one who could understand Diablo's thoughts from beginning to end was Baal!
Baal was smart, and he knew what the consequences would be if he blocked it!
Should he linger for a while to see if he had a chance to escape from Diablo's conspiracy?
Or should he choose to fight to the death?
Use his existence to exchange for Diablo's temporary defeat?
Baal will make the right choice!
"I'm curious, how do you view your brother? Have you never cherished anything?"
The shadow of Annihilation slowly appeared and said this with his mouth.
Diablo did not answer this question, but urged Annihilation to act quickly: "Ally, this opportunity is very rare. If you have other plans, I can wait for a while."
Diablo's words made Annihilation look at him deeply.
From Diablo, Annihilation finally sensed the danger.
Annihilation no longer seemed high and mighty for its own power.
This kind of danger gave Annihilation a subtle fear.
Diablo wanted to laugh in his heart.
He saw the door to go further!
The fear of a rule incarnation is the most delicious and nutritious dessert!
"Remember your promise and the price to pay!"
Annihilation spoke!
In that weird fear, Annihilation made a sound!
The sound, with the power of rules, began to sweep the wreckage of Asgard!
Annihilation disappeared after saying this. No one saw the power of the rules being absorbed by Diablo in an instant!
Everything of the Fearful will be controlled by him!
No exception!