337 The Noble Savage Kanai! (10,000-Word Chapter)
Warusk was walking silently.
He has always been at the forefront of the battlefield, but no demon has ever attacked him.
It was as if Warusk himself did not exist in this location.
"What's that?"
Tyrell watched Warusk's footsteps, feeling a little strange.
Although Tyrell had no intention of getting any news from Barr, he was still looking forward to an answer.
Will the power the barbarians have hidden for countless years be revealed?
As the evil group that bears the heaviest responsibility among the Nephalem, the barbarians' heritage is beyond the understanding of other professions.
"What a surprise, Tyrell. You will lose this round."
Barr looked in the direction Volusk was walking.
He probably gets it.
The barbarian who was born before Volusk, the barbarian whose name was intentionally or unintentionally hidden!
The barbarian who made Rasma give in at the last moment!
Great elder! Kanai!
"Kanai!"
Mephisto's willless shadow shouted out this name!
The power of hatred keeps rising!
"So that's it! Is this why the barbarians are so angry about what I did?"
Tyrael's hood trembled.
He couldn't imagine what this would look like if it continued to develop.
The impact of his destruction of the World Stone at that time may have been more cruel than the noble sacrifice he thought he made!
Kanai's Box was born from Kanai's hand. The archangels once believed that Kanai's soul had transformed into the box to provide help to the Nephalem.
But now, all this is about to be revealed!
Kanai's soul exists on the holy mountain of Harrogath!
And this "secret realm" may not be as simple as the archangels imagined!
"A bet? You're going to lose, Tyrell. It blows my mind."
Barr looked in front of Warusk with a smile on his face.
Being able to witness the heritage of barbarians is also exciting for Barr.
"Awesome? The devil would also have such emotions?"
Tyrell rarely laid his eyes on Barr, his eyes a little wandering.
Fortunately, his entire face was hidden in the darkness, so others could not observe his expression.
"It doesn't matter, you don't have to think about this anymore! Just wait, wait until you give everything to Bulcasso, and wait until Bulcasso is ready!"
Barr said this.
The power in his body was turbulent little by little.
The decision he made was not an easy one. He surrendered his personality and power and banished himself from the peak of the strong to the abyss.
No one would do this willingly.
It's just that he has no choice!
Warusk has reached his destination, a grave covered by snow.
There are no other traces on it, it just stands there quietly.
There was some nostalgia in Warusk's eyes, and a hint of pain flashed from time to time.
This time there is no Rathma, this time there will not be another damn necromancer waking this skeleton from its slumber!
"Kana~"
Warusk called out his name again, with a strange expression on his face.
This small box-like tomb is where the great elder's bones are buried.
It is not as earth-shattering as other strong men, nor does it have luxurious and vast underground tombs.
Some are just a short nest that no one disturbs.
"I thought I would never see you again, Kanai."
Warusk spoke in a tone that sounded like he was mumbling to himself.
"I became the Immortal King, the most unruly Immortal King. No matter now or in the future, there will be no one like me.
The first generation wasn't as arrogant as me, and the current Bulcasso isn't as careless as me.
However, only I know how cowardly the immortal king I am. "
Warusk spoke in a low voice.
Even the rustling sound of snowflakes can cover up his voice.
"Out of cowardice, I feel angry at everything that brings fear.
Because I am weak, I am in awe of all beings who are stronger than me.
I hate this kind of uncontrollable emotion. Fortunately, there is nothing to remind me of all this before I die.
But, was your corpse really not manipulated by Rasma in advance? "
Warusk took out the gravel hammer from his waist and held it in front of him.
He never fully showed all of himself.
The creator of the Immortal King suit, Warusk is in his most powerful state when he fights with his ancestors and displays the fury of the berserker.
It's just that he has never shown himself like that on the Holy Mountain.
Which ancestor can Volusk call upon to fight for him?
Gatekeepers like Madoc?
They are not qualified enough!
Leiko?
Leiko was powerful enough, but Leiko didn't appear until long after Volusk's death.
When Warusk was active as the strongest warrior, there was only one ancestor he summoned!
That is Kanai, who is called the Great Elder!
"ha!"
Volusk let out a war cry in a low voice, but his anger was already aroused.
The spirit of Kanai, who had not appeared for countless years, appeared on the graves little by little!
The kind and gentle barbarian with a strong and slender body was sitting on his grave, staring at Volusk calmly with his eyes.
"It's been a long time since we last met."
Kanai's voice was like the afternoon sun, which could soothe the anxiety in his heart.
For a moment, Volusk seemed to be choking.
Kanai turned his head casually and was a little surprised after figuring out his current position.
"I came here to confirm something with you, Kanai!"
Vorusk spoke in a strange tone, as if to cover up his uneasiness.
"You are willing to consume my soul to summon me out, or in my burial place? So what do you want to know?"
Kanai said with some helplessness.
At that time, on the Holy Mountain of Arreat, the person who stopped Lasma was the current Volusk!
Facing Lasma, Volusk cannot be said to have no power to fight back.
But after Lasma awakened Kanai's corpse ship, all Volusk could do was to hold on.
Until the explosion of the World Stone!
"Is your corpse still in here?"
Volusk avoided the topic. He pointed at the grave under Kanai with the stone crusher in his hand.
That's not what he wanted to ask.
But when two acquaintances meet, there must be a topic to start this conversation.
"I thought that after I used my soul to bear the aftermath of the explosion of the World Stone for you, you called me again for something more important."
Kanai said with a strange look on his face:
"What about Bul-Kathos? Is he the Immortal King now?"
Kanai didn't intend to answer this somewhat rude question, and talked about Bul-Kathos.
He had already felt what happened on the Holy Mountain.
A replay of a tragedy?
The Great Elder didn't like this tone.
"He has become a more powerful existence, and he is not far from the dream of the first generation ancestor."
Volusk said so.
Then he sat cross-legged.
"He made a bet with Tyrael, and the price was the status and power of the Archangel of Justice."
"Hmm? A novel idea. It seems that the box I left behind gave him a lot of help?"
Kanai glanced at the direction of Baal, and continued to ask with some incredulity:
"So the Destroyer has let it go?"
"Baal will choose to surrender under the power, Kanai!"
Vorusk said a little irritably.
Beside Kanai's grave, a crack appeared on the ground, and a fallen demon climbed up from under the ground with some difficulty.
"What a familiar little guy."
Kanai shook his head and said casually.
Then his figure flashed and appeared next to the demon, and the fallen demon that had just crawled out was fixed in place in an instant.
In the face of danger, these annoying little things always scream and flee. Only after entangled with a large group of their kind will they have the courage to come back.
But facing Kanai with a calm face, he couldn't even move.
"You want me to intervene in this battle? And help Bul-Kathos win back Tyrael's power?"
Kanai stretched out his palm and gently rubbed the head of the fallen demon, just like stroking the back of a house cat.
"I..."
Vorusk didn't say the next words, he didn't know how to say it.
He needed Kanai's soul to sacrifice.
Dedicate all knowledge, strength, experience and past.
Throw yourself into Kanai's relics, be transformed in the magic box, and then become the purest supplement to be absorbed by Bul-Kathos.
The cornerstone that Jorez dug out had a great impact on Bul-Kathos.
Before overcoming fear, Bul-Kathos can't get it back.
This requires the sacrifice of a strong enough soul.
"It seems that this is a difficult thing, isn't it?"
Kanai looked at Vorusk and shook his head, and the fallen demon in his hand shook his body, swaying like a cat that was tickled.
"Okay, tell me, what can I, a soul that is about to completely dissipate, do for the great Immortal King?
Do you need to maintain your existence from the explosion of the World Stone again?
Or has the situation deteriorated so much that I, a soul with little power, need to burn everything I have to put an end to the battle?"
There was no sarcasm in Kanai's words.
He is the noble, kind, and merciful Kanai.
A most respectable elder.
He should appear on the chair in the Temple of the Elders, quietly observing the Immortal King's every move.
Demeanor, civilization and splendor!
This is what Kanai, as the great elder, should give to the Immortal King.
The Most Noble, this is Kanai's title!
"We need your sacrifice."
Vorusk said a little depressed, and unconsciously lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake facing an elder.
"Raise your head! Volusk!"
Kanai's serious voice sounded, majestic and dignified!
"The Immortal King cannot bow his head! There is no such thing as bowing your head in the civilization of the barbarians!
Isn't it just a sacrifice?
I have already made preparations for this!
When I die, I know that there is always something that only I can do. "
Kanai stood up, and the fallen demon under his palm trembled and turned into a pool of minced meat.
Pieces of meat and rotten blood were scattered on Kanai's grave.
Using the blood of demons to commemorate himself, this is Kanai's free and easy.
"But, I am the one who should sacrifice the most!"
Vorusk's voice trembled.
Facing the elder who guided him on the road to becoming a strong man.
There is no longer any arrogance in Volusk.
There is only grief for himself and nostalgia for the elder.
"Vorusk, listen to me."
Kanai paused, stretched out his hand and lifted up Volusk's drooping head.
"As the most powerful warrior, the Immortal King should face the most powerful enemy and sacrifice first!
But there are some things that you must do! "
Kanai said this while looking at Volusk who was already an old man.
Just like when Volusk was still a child, Kanai continued to impart the knowledge of the barbarians and guided the "young man" who was no longer young to continue.
"I have been prepared for a long time, haven't I? At least this time I don't have to protect you from the aftermath of the explosion of Lasma and the World Stone.
Now, tell me the details. "
Kanai's eyes revealed seriousness.
Life and existence are only valuable when they have a purpose, dreams and hopes.
Life will only have meaning when you use existence to search and witness.
In the center of Harrogath City, Bul-Kathos closed his eyes.
Watching others sacrifice was something he could not accept.
But he had no way to stop it.
Just like Leoric.
This is the will of those free souls and the glory of those who deserve to be praised.
There are always some things in the world that only one person can do, and Bul-Kathos is very clear about this.
He can only go to the end of this road, and then use his own will to let these victims return.
The power of the God of Creation.
Bul-Kathos yearns for this!
A moment of omnipotence and anticipation!
"Bul-Kathos, what do you think is powerful?"
Johanna said this while looking at Bul-Kathos who closed his eyes.
She did not wait for Bul-Kathos's answer, and immediately continued:
"Patience is powerful! Persistence is also powerful!"
"You are wrong! Johanna! "
Bul-Kathos rudely interrupted Johanna's comfort.
"If strength requires a minimum standard to represent, then strength is that no one can stop you from carrying out your will!"
Bul-Kathos' voice rushed into Johanna's mind like thunder.
In the group of Nephalem, the Crusaders pursue faith.
Monks pursue unity with the world.
Monk hunters pursue methods and power to kill enemies.
Mages seek knowledge and truth.
Necromancers seek balance.
Witch doctors pursue knowledge and freedom of soul!
Only barbarians pursue strength itself!
"But you can't say that endurance is not a manifestation of strength!"
Johanna couldn't control her emotions when she spoke.
This ideological shock made her a little confused.
Even if the person in front of her is Bul-Kathos, whom she has always admired!
"The strong don't need to be patient! "
Bul-Kathos cast his gaze towards Kanai's position.
The muscles on his body twitched a little bit.
He is not strong enough!
He cannot let those people end their "noble sacrifice"!
No matter how noble the sacrifice is, it is death! It is the end!
There is nothing worth boasting about in all this!
Johanna was a little speechless.
Facing Bul-Kathos at this time, she could no longer use words to prove anything!
The strong have the right to speak!
A strong fist is power!
Truth also needs power to defend, otherwise it will only be the poor man who is labeled as a heretic, tied up with a huge stone hanging on his feet and sunk into the deep sea!
"Is power the only truth?"
The holy power in Johanna's body was flickering.
She wanted to get this answer from Bul-Kathos.
"Power is not the truth, and power does not need truth!
But truth needs power! "
Bulkathos said and set off!
Even if he couldn't stop the "noble sacrifice", at least he had to let the sacrificer get the insignificant glory compared to life and existence!
Bulkathos walked firmly towards the gate of the Holy Mountain!
Wherever he passed, the spirits of the ancestors who were ready to fight with weapons stopped their actions!
Looking at Bulkathos' body silently!
That symbolizes a strong body, that is an unstoppable will!
This road is not short, but soon Bulkathos arrived in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Before the demon's offensive, the gate of the Holy Mountain stood firmly.
The tightly closed gate was covered with traces of attacks.
"Barbarians never refuse those guys, and never stay at home!"
Bulkathos said in the most matter-of-fact tone.
The footsteps never stopped!
The gate of the Holy Mountain opened without anyone pushing it!
The three ancestors who were constantly fighting with the demons outside the gate also stopped their actions and focused their attention on Bulkathos.
They don't have to kill demons for now!
All the demons in front of them seemed to be avoiding Bul-Kathos's existence, making way for them in the tide!
This is the instinct of life!
Demons cannot avoid this kind of physical cognition!
Even if their will is still full of killing, every piece of flesh and blood that makes up their bodies is trembling! Avoiding!
Undisputed warriors!
Strong men without doubt!
The awakened siege beast is trying to move its huge body in front.
But his movements are too slow!
Even though he tried his best to avoid, he still blocked Bul-Kathos's path!
Bul-Kathos did not stop or draw his weapon.
He didn't even make a war cry!
His scarred body hit the hard shell of the siege beast, and then squeezed out a path on this terrible demon!
In the pain of being pierced through the body, the siege beast didn't even howl!
At the moment when Bul-Kathos passed through his body, he slowly fell down.
Such a guy is not even a stepping stone in front of Bul-Kathos!
Strength does not need to be proved!
There is no need to show off by stepping on the corpses of enemies!
Even strength does not need any modifiers to decorate this essence with flowers and scenery!
Bul-Kathos has no title!
He is powerful itself!
There is no need for any title before his name!
"Madoc, do you remember what Bul-Kathos did last time?"
Tallik propped the certificate of shame in his hand on the ground and leaned on it.
"I don't remember the last time, but I seem to have died at that time?
Among us, only Kolik has been following Bul-Kathos's footsteps to become stronger, so he didn't even have a title when he died."
Madok said with a chuckle.
But his eyes were very serious.
Battle Prophet Madok.
This title has always been ridiculed by Bul-Kathos.
That was not malice, but Bul-Kathos constantly reminded Madoc in his own way that he should abandon the way of fighting that knew the result.
That would only make the warrior further away from being strong.
"Madoc, how could you think that following Bul-Kathos's path was wrong? He has shown us everything, but we can't be as strong as him."
A ray of light flashed on the certificate of shame in Tallik's hand, and the light enveloped Tallik's body.
As the legendary owner of the certificate of shame, Tallik, who recreated a new legend, was the first person to be redeemed.
It was not the weapon in his hand that redeemed him, but Bul-Kathos!
"The dead should not talk about being strong, we are all losers."
Kolik threw the Bastin power in his hand to the ground fiercely, making a thump.
A pair of eyes were red as bloodshot!
He was still unwilling!
He was unwilling to just look at the powerful back, but in this battle that had happened, his unwillingness turned into the deepest helplessness.
How should the dead pursue strength?
I can only watch Bul-Kathos walk farther and farther away, and become more and more lonely!
The last light is disappearing bit by bit. After Bul-Kathos fulfills the wishes of the barbarians, fulfills the wishes of Leoric, fulfills the wishes of Leah, Cain, Modan and all the suffering people, what will he have left?
Lonely power.
Lightless loneliness?
"Korlik, you didn't save Bul-Kathos from loneliness in the end."
Talik said with some sorrow.
"Can Sonya do it?"
Madok looked at Bul-Kathos's back and the figures of the demons who were so intimidated that they couldn't even move their eyes.
"Guide? Signpost? Sonya is still a long way to go. Saving Bul-Kathos? You always imagine things that are impossible to do."
Talik regained his composure.
He carried the certificate of shame on his shoulders.
"Is there no one to take care of the affairs of Orak and Cassius?"
Kolik slapped his face hard and said loudly.
Then he yawned very deliberately.
His eyes were red, bloodshot as if he was sleep deprived.
There were a few water stains in his eyes, as if they were squeezed out by yawning.
"They will stop, no matter how fierce the battle is, they will stop!"
Tarik took a few steps forward and stood in front of the demon.
This would help him continue fighting after Bul-Kathos left.
"Bul-Kathos's majesty?"
Madok said casually.
"Because they understand what this battle means to each of them."
Kolik wiped his face with his hand, his movements were a bit rough.
...
"Kanai, you will become Bul-Kathos's strength."
Volusk said with a shaky look in his eyes.
He couldn't bear to let Kanai do this, but he had to do it.
"That's a good answer, Volusk."
Kanai walked to Volusk's side, and the two figures stood side by side.
"Look, Volusk, this is the former Arreat, and now Harrogath.
Everything here is worth cherishing and sacrificing.
I am an old man who can only take action once or twice. I am honored to be able to do something for this holy mountain. "
Kanai said while looking at the scenery in the distance.
He glanced at Baal who was watching here intentionally or unintentionally.
"Of course, before I say goodbye, I will leave a little memory. "
Kanai has finished what he wanted to say, and his body swelled up little by little!
As the great elder, Kanai knows some magic. This kind of power similar to the druid's unity with nature is the reason why he can retain some will and strength at the last moment.
Now he doesn't need to maintain his own existence.
His power will appear in another form on Bulkatho!
And now he has to fulfill the responsibility of a warrior!
Nip all threats at the very beginning!
"Forgive me, Kanai. We can't fight side by side this time."
Vorusk's eyes were a little wet, so he didn't look back.
"Boy, are you worried that I will lose? "
Kanai's voice was magnificent and heroic!
This was a powerful ancestor, a strong man who guided Volusk until his death.
His life was full of glory, but he was willing to let it all be forgotten!
Baal?
When Kanai was alive, he didn't have the courage to appear on the land around the Holy Mountain!
"I never thought about this."
"Then let me teach you and the young warriors the last lesson!
What is fighting! What is sacrifice!"
Kanai's voice resounded throughout Harrogas.
The face of the old general Quarkak, who was preparing for the battle, fell suddenly.
"What is this? Are we old guys so unbearable? We actually let this ancestor appear?"
Quarkak said with regret on his face.
In his opinion, Kanai's appearance meant that Volusk believed that they could not ensure the victory without error.
This was an insult.
But in front of Kanai, he couldn't say anything.
"This is a shame, so we'd better remember it in our hearts! "
Kalga gritted his teeth and said, the battle flag in his hand was rolled up a few times and turned into a spear.
"Sure enough, I knew it! Ancestor Kanai was also fighting at that time! Volusk was also fighting!"
Kol raised the Fury of Hidden Peak in his hand high and said excitedly.
He has always been skeptical about the existence of those older ancestors.
Kanai and Volusk both exist on the Holy Mountain, but there has never been any news about the two ancestors in that battle.
Now all the doubts in his heart have disappeared.
"Get ready! Battles are never one-man shows! We must make this battle end perfectly!"
Quarkak tightened the mountain-splitting axe in his hand and shouted loudly with that fanatical atmosphere.
There are countless battles waiting for them ahead, and now they are ready to set off!
"Ha! "
Countless war cries sounded together, bringing the pre-war frenzy to the extreme.
On the city wall, Reiko listened to Kanai's voice silently, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
She is a living person now.
Kanai's persuasion was also said to her.
Victory is unquestionable!
Bulkasso is victory!
"Ancestor Reiko, who is that?"
Reiko asked curiously.
It is difficult to even know the name of an unknown strong man if you are not strong enough.
"You should know him, and you, remember this name, this will be the last time you witness his power!"
Reiko casually pointed at the young people around her and said.
"Kanai! The Great Elder of the Barbarians! "
There was pride in Leiko's tone.
But she didn't make any modifications before the Great Elder.
Because since Kanai took this position, the Great Elder has always referred to him specifically.
No barbarian would not be proud of this name.
Except for Bul-Kathos, Kanai is the most trustworthy existence.
Leiko doesn't respect Volusk very much, but she respects this ancestor who exists very anciently!
In her eyes, Kanai is more worthy of the Immortal King than Volusk.
"Another ancestor whose name I haven't heard of."
Rumlow shook his head and sighed as he looked at the battlefield outside the Holy Mountain.
As if they had said at the beginning, they were here just for sightseeing.
The feeling of powerlessness was gnawing at their hearts.
"Look, it's starting! The domain of the devil of hell! "
Raiko suddenly said seriously, pointing at the position of Baal.
The Destroyer Demon has begun to expand his domain, showing all his power while showing his true form!
A group of air currents began to sweep everything around.
The constantly shattered space made the place where Baal was present an unspeakable danger.
It is different from the joking domain of Billy, and it is also different from the darkness shrouded by fear of the Great Demon Diablo.
Baal's domain is destruction!
Destroy everything that enters his vicinity!
Bursts of azure light on Tyrael's body began to unfold in a confrontational manner.
The Archangel of Justice did not expand the domain of justice, but only opened the image in his heart as an archangel!
Justice is pale, and hidden under justice is Tyrael's most powerful power!
His justice!
Tyrael's justice is powerful!
It is the hope of countless people for power!
The azure light formed the hall where the Hammer of Judgment was originally placed!
Tyrael's figure turned into a huge impact and stood there.
The hammer of justice will crush all injustice!
This advantage in strength made Baal's actions pause for a moment!
"Tyrael, are you going to start a war?"
Baal looked at Tyrael coldly.
His body began to expand little by little.
His body size can grow according to his own wishes.
And it will not become fragile because of the simple growth.
Baal is not the useless person with nothing but appearance like Billy!
"I want you to stand here to maintain the established direction of this bet!"
Tyrael looked at Baal and said coldly.
He knew he would lose this bet. But Tyrael felt excited from the bottom of his heart!
The power of Kanai!
That is the power of Kanai!
An existence that requires Lasma and Isreal to work together to kill!
For this, Isreal suffered that kind of almost permanent damage!
Tyrael wants to see! The desire for knowledge crawled all over his heart like a mouse.
What kind of power will Kanai show!
"Then, Archangel! Have you forgotten! I am no longer the same as before!"
Baal roared and absorbed Mephisto beside him into his body.
The two demons merged into one!
The power to fight Tyrael appeared!
"This time, I am not fighting for the conspiracy of the High Heaven! This time, I am fighting for you, for the crown of justice to be taken off!"
Baal screamed! The sound waves cut through everything around with countless power!
Control the power of hatred with the will of destruction!
Baal was so powerful that Tyrael felt threatened!
"Are you the end of all this?"
Kanai's figure has appeared in front of Baal.
Completely ignoring the existence of Tyrael, he questioned Baal loudly.
Kanai has no resentment towards the Archangel.
This barbarian has never even been angry about the emotion of resentment.
He crushed Mephisto, the hate, for countless years, so that Azmodan's body would tremble unconsciously when he mentioned his name.
The noble Kanai has no sin! No hatred!
He is too perfect to be a human!
"Kanai, I thought your soul would appear in the high heaven after you died."
Tyrael greeted Kanai with a slightly unnatural tone.
"Tyrael, I am full of expectations for justice.
But this is my last battle, I hope you don't become the one who disturbs the situation!"
Kanai said so.
Although he knew that he didn't have much time to fight.
It won't take much time, to be exact, when Bul-Kathos appears in front of him, he will say goodbye to this world forever.
But before that, he has to leave a deep enough memory for Baal.
Dirty things want to taint the white holy mountain with filth, and they must pay the price!
Tyrael's body is recovering his power bit by bit.
Even in the natural world where the strong prey on the weak, there will be an unwelcome guy.
Troublemakers will always be attacked by both sides.
The barbarians who advocate power and fear nature implement this point almost paranoidly.
Relative fairness!
This is what Kanai wanted in the last battle!
"As you wish, Kanai, let me see your power!"
Tyrael silently gathered all the leaked power.
Vorusk, who was watching from a distance, had a disappointed expression on his face.
In his opinion, only one Baal was not worthy of Kanai's final battle!
The end of the legend must require the most grand performance!
"Ah!"
Kanai let out a war cry!
That was not the tone of a war cry that ordinary barbarians would use.
It was as high-pitched as the cry of a stag!
The legend of the stag tribe!
The ending of the legend!
Kanai!
Bursts of anger rose from the ground!
Kanai, who had merged with the holy mountain, had the most solid source of power!
The anger of Harrogath!
Kanai took his own steps, and two simple tree branches appeared in his hands.
Raised above his head like antlers!
Every step on the ground was accompanied by the sound of an exciting war drum!
Every time he lifted his feet from the ground, he would charge with a burst of faces!
"Kanai!"
A mixed voice came out of Baal's mouth.
At that time, the instinct of Mephisto's power and Baal's will!
The field of destruction suddenly opened!
Cracks covered Kanai's body in an instant!
"Ah!"
Kanai's mouth once again issued a long war cry!
His voice began to echo on the holy mountain!
The loud noise in the terrain where there should not be an echo caused the snow on the holy mountain to collapse!
Avalanche!
The snow on the tough holy mountain has never experienced a disaster like an avalanche!
The holy mountain that can withstand the endless noise of the barbarians showed the anger of nature!
An overwhelming avalanche appeared behind Kanai!
It violated gravity and did not rush towards the lower ground! Soon it kept pace with Kanai's footsteps!
The expansion of Baal's destruction field was blocked!
Facing the anger of nature, the destruction was a bit thin.
With a silent collision, Kanai appeared behind Baal!
The avalanche hit Baal like a wave.
This huge demon god staggered and staggered!
A huge hole appeared in his chest, and his dense pointed feet turned into a ball of blood mist in an instant!
"Amazing!"
Tyrael's exclamation slowly came out at this time.
The shadow of the Archangel of Justice also felt the tremor!
Even if Baal is a shadow with only a part of the power.
But the holy mountain under his feet was also summoned from the past time for a short time!
Kanai is a barbarian who has been dead for who knows how many years.
Tyrael felt the tip of the iceberg of Kanai's power from this amazing blow!
"If you were still alive, the barbarian would not have come to this point."
Tyrael continued after a while.
At this time, Baal finally fell to the ground like a giant tree that was cut down!
"If he is still alive, then Isreal and Lasma are one dead soul! Tyrael!"
Bul-Kathos had already walked to Tyrael's side, his hands tightly clenched together.
It was impossible to see what was in that palm.
But from Bul-Kathos's voice, Tyrael felt that familiar tremor.
It was as if Kanai's target of charge was locked on him!
"I can't explain all this. Mortal!"
Tyrael said subconsciously.
Facing Bul-Kathos, he felt uneasy.
"Angel, when are you going to hand over your gambling money!"
Bul-Kathos looked at Tyrael's body, and consciously did not look at Kanai.
He and Kanai both knew that when the two people's eyes met, that was the arrival of the sacrifice!
Bul-Kathos hoped that this time would come later.
But Kanai wanted to complete those things that only he could do as soon as possible.
"Bul-Kathos, I'm ready!"
Kanai's voice sounded, calling Bul-Kathos.
The thing in Bul-Kathos's hand began to flash continuously!
"The magic box named after me, I am looking forward to the changes it can bring!
Look at me now! Bul-Kathos!
You are the next Immortal King! How can the Immortal King escape the sight of others!"
Kanai's voice sounded with preaching, his slender and strong body walked behind Bul-Kathos, stretched out his powerful palm and pressed Bul-Kathos' shoulder.
Turn Bul-Kathos around little by little!