$338 Another Victim Is Leah! (10,000-Word Chapter)
"Kanai, you are taking my responsibility."
Bulkaiso closed his eyes, his face still cold.
This was the last chance he gave Kanai to regret, even though he knew that Kanai would never choose to escape.
"Bulkaiso."
Kanai just called Bulkaiso's name and looked at him firmly.
"If I have any wish, it will only make me the last sacrifice.
Now, let me fulfill my wish!"
Kanai said softly, and the light on his body dimmed a little bit.
Baal is not dead yet, he doesn't want those younger generations to blame him.
Just like Bulkaiso never distorts others' will, Kanai will never cut off others from practicing their own paths.
"You..."
"I am just taking the responsibility of an ancestor to protect future generations, now let me rest in peace.
Bulkaiso, you will inherit everything from me, knowledge, strength, and will! And I! Will protect you."
Kanai said firmly, his body turned into a wisp of smoke and flew towards Bulkaiso's hand.
"Bulkaiso!"
A clear female voice sounded, and Bulkaiso suddenly opened his eyes!
He saw Kanai's last gentle smile disappear little by little.
"Kanai, may you rest in peace."
Bulkaiso did not look for the familiar voice, and there was only Kanai in his eyes.
A trivial, glorious funeral will not be hindered by all external things!
Bulkaiso's palm slowly opened, and the magic box slowly expanded like a balloon blown by the cold wind.
A cube flashed with golden light and appeared on the land little by little.
"Bulkaiso, can't you look at me?"
The voice sounded again, and the sorrow was enough to melt the heart of stone.
Bulkaiso still did not look back. When he heard this voice, he knew what he would face.
He was not heartless, but he didn't want to do the same thing again!
Leah!
Leah!
"Diabolo, you'd better hear my voice and get out of here!"
Bul-Kathos looked at the rising magic box in front of him, and his tone was as stiff as a battle axe that had just been forged.
This voice spread throughout the world little by little with the anger of Bul-Kathos, passing through the limitations of time and space and coming to a place outside the "secret realm"!
As Bul-Kathos' voice fell, everything on the Holy Mountain calmed down.
Only gusts of cold wind blew, making the originally white ground stained red by Baal's blood holy.
Bul-Kathos knew that Diablo could hear it!
Diablo never missed the opportunity to look at others!
"Barbarians! The Great Elder chose to sacrifice! Now tell me, what are you going to do to bid farewell to Kanai!"
Bul-Kathos shouted suddenly in the calm.
His voice spread throughout the Holy Mountain little by little.
No anger, no excitement, just a plain inquiry.
Kanai never questioned his compatriots with anger, nor would he question his partners in an imperative tone.
Only a tone like Kanai's is a farewell to Kanai.
"Victory in glory!"
"Fight against injustice!"
"Reverence for life!"
"Remember the past!"
"Pursue hope!"
...
Voices came from the holy mountain.
Familiar voices rang out.
"Practice your will in battle!"
Orak's voice rang out!
That voice with anger and fighting spirit instantly overwhelmed the voices of other ancestors!
Orak respected Kanai, but he could never understand that kind of peace!
Kanai always spoke of peaceful anger, which made Orak difficult to understand!
Does the God of War like fighting?
Never!
Because of his disgust for fighting, Orak is always committed to eliminating fighting!
But his only way is to end the life of one party in the battle!
In Orak's eyes, peace can't bring peace!
Only constant struggle and constant fighting! Let those who dare to hurt the good suffer the most severe punishment is the right way!
Hate fighting, face all warriors with indifference!
Then destroy yourself in the battle!
This is Orak's choice!
He will always give mercy to those who are unable to fight!
Warriors don't need mercy!
"Realize your will in the right!"
Cassius's roars rang out!
Their battle has finally begun!
The sacrifice of the great elder cannot be accompanied by a wonderful battle!
Baal is not worthy!
It just so happens that there is still a little conflict between him and Orak to be resolved!
The winner has everything, and the loser keeps silent!
"Bet on the name of the big bear!"
Orak's huge body rolled towards Cassius!
The ripples on the blade of the god of war in his hand were rippling!
There was no cold light, and the coldness in the slash was enough to freeze the enemy's soul!
The fierce attack is everything to the god of war!
Fight with the most simple and fiercest power! Bring death!
"I am the leader of the big bear! You have become the past!"
Cassius also roared!
The molten slag in his hand was like an extension of his body, and it hit Orlac's face heavily like a huge fist!
Casius's arm seemed to be broken into three sections, and the hammer head of the molten slag was his fist!
A fireball was wrapped around the hammer head, and the high temperature burned Orlac's cheek!
"The past represents tradition! The past represents the glory of the past!
The past is the right choice! And you can't change it!"
Orlac's body didn't even shake, and he said calmly!
Then he chopped the God of War Blade heavily on Cassius's forehead!
A stream of blood sprayed from Cassius's head!
Casius waved his fist with his empty hand and hit Orlac's elbow!
This knife did not cause serious damage after all!
But in the contest of strength, Cassius is far from Orlac's opponent!
The huge physical weakness made it impossible for Cassius to defeat Orlac in strength!
"I hold the future in my hands!"
Cassius' waist twisted suddenly like a spring!
The body was lightly lifted into the air, and then it spun in the shortest time!
Molten slag hit the blade of the God of War, with a sound like hammering iron!
Cassius's fighting style is full of skills!
Whether it is bare-handed or wielding weapons!
He can always use his body to the limit!
Every action gathers the strength of the whole body, and every attack allows him to take the initiative in the battle!
"Fighting without leaving any effort will eventually make you suffer again!"
Orak kicked Cassius out with a sudden kick!
Orak's fighting style has never been to gather all the strength!
Use the smallest movement and the strength of a part of the body to fight!
Orak will keep his body strong and intact in the battle!
Even if his arms are cut off, even if his legs are broken!
He can still attack with those undamaged parts!
As long as life is not extinguished, the attack of the God of War will not stop!
The injuries on his body will not affect Orak!
And this is something that no other ancestor on the Holy Mountain can do!
...
"Bul-Kathos! Have you forgotten me!"
The voice continued to ring in Bul-Kathos' ears.
Even Andariel in the Dark Soul Stone held her breath unconsciously!
Diablo!
The demon that frightened her!
His minions have come to the Holy Mountain!
Andariel's heart is full of expectations!
Diablo is not like her and Duriel, who choose the target to be hurt without distinction!
Every action of Diablo has a strong purpose! There are few mistakes!
What Andariel wants to see now is how Diablo will torture Bul-Kathos, a barbarian who does not feel fear!
"The horn of war has sounded!"
Bul-Kathos said calmly.
This sentence did not seem to be hoarse, but it spread throughout the battlefield!
Kanai's soul is changing and rolling little by little!
Before all this is over, Bulkathos wants to see the end of this battle!
When Kanai becomes a supplement, this battle should end just right!
That is the best funeral!
Kanai deserves glory!
Because he doesn't need to be an unknown person!
His name can be constantly passed down among the barbarians!
He walked out of that dark place and ended the darkest responsibility in his existence!
The last sacrifice!
There is another person who did this!
Volusk still stood in front of Kanai's grave, holding his head high!
The Immortal King will not bow to anyone!
This is the last advice Kanai gave him!
Barbarians have never had a crown!
But there is glory!
Barbarians have no proof of kingly identity!
But who dares to question the barbarians! ?
Volusk hesitated, he was afraid!
In countless years, he has long been accustomed to loneliness!
Because he had long thought of the arrival of this moment!
Loneliness!
Dark loneliness!
Volusk, who was afraid of darkness when he was young, will bear all the darkness!
He will be accompanied by loneliness from now on!
He will feed on loneliness!
In addition, he will be forgotten!
He will hide the traces of his existence among the barbarians bit by bit!
"Kanai! Has your corpse really not been tampered with by Lasma?"
Volusk said in a low voice. He didn't dare to look at the grave in front of him.
He was afraid that a corpse would crawl out of it with difficulty in the next moment!
He was afraid to see Kanai's skeleton with rotten meat hanging in front of him!
Kanai would not answer again!
That soul has been rolling in the magic box named after him!
Volusk has felt that feeling before!
In order to make himself as a soul continue to gain strength in battle.
Volusk once threw himself into the magic box with fear!
He got what he wanted.
But it was not without cost.
He experienced the attack of the great demon of the butcher and obtained the legendary butcher's meat cleaver for his secret realm.
But it was as if Bul-Kathos's splitting of the soul had had an impact.
His soul was also disturbed in that tumbling!
"Bulkeso protects me."
There was no excitement in Volusk's words.
Even if the barbarian didn't know how many times he would say this in his life.
But the one that Volusk said was definitely the most desolate.
Because this was not a prayer!
It was a real thing!
The truth!
The truth of the first generation of ancestors protected Volusk's soul in the tumbling that was enough to crush all souls!
"Lasma."
Vorusk whispered to himself.
The person who could originally listen to his words has disappeared.
Even if there is the corpse of that person in front of him, the soul of that person is already disappearing!
Vorusk finally shed a few tears of sleepiness in his eyes, and the stone hammer in his hand stood on the grave!
This is not his most original legend, but it has the power of Volusk's legend.
Without Kanai, Volusk can no longer show his strongest side.
Without his ancestors, even if he showed the wrath of the Berserker, he could not show his indestructible power.
There is only one name for the soul that can fight alongside him and carry his legendary power.
Bul-Kathos!
But Volusk will not do this!
He does not want to be awakened one day and have to look at Bul-Kathos's soul in front of his face and tell him that he needs to fight side by side next!
"Countless darkness! I have thought about it! I have spent countless time to adapt to it all! But I still feel afraid!" Volusk said softly.
He is ready!
Now Bul-Kathos is no longer the only one who can be relied on on the Holy Mountain!
Although the resurrection of Raiko was an accident, it came too good to be true!
Bul-Kathos finally does not have to bear all this alone.
Raiko will do better than him, Volusk!
As a leader!
Raiko is stronger than Volusk!
More fierce than Volusk!
But there will never be a more arrogant and domineering barbarian in the world than Volusk!
"Bulkathos, I won't say goodbye to you!"
Vorusk said this.
As if to cheer himself up.
He clenched his fists tightly, like a child facing difficulties.
In front of him was his elder!
He had grown up under this body!
In the eyes of this corpse, he learned to use weapons and everything he needed to become a great warrior!
Only here can Volusk show his cowardice and immaturity!
Only in front of Kanai!
Only Kanai can tolerate an immature Immortal King!
"Barbarians! Ancestors!"
Vorusk sighed for a long time!
"When will the tribe no longer need a perfect Immortal King!"
Vorusk said this!
Kanai should have become the Immortal King!
But he was too kind!
Too undignified!
Too peaceful!
Barbarians cannot be as peaceful as a monk!
So Volusk became the Immortal King!
He vowed to become the most unruly! Become the most arrogant!
Become the most feared by those enemies hiding in the dark!
He did it!
He endured the pain and smashed the tough bodies of those demons with his iron fist!
Under the equipment of the Immortal King's Iron Fist, his fist had long been rotten into a ball of paste!
He has countless beauties as his companions, but he does not have even one offspring!
Because he has never had any past with those beauties who admire the majesty of the Immortal King!
The most timid and cowardly Volusk finally chose to challenge death for Kanai!
That was probably the greatest courage he had ever mustered in his life!
The Ziranik Chain was hung on his waist!
He originally planned to use acceleration to buy time to escape!
But the barbarians would not accept an Immortal King who was running away!
Chasing the enemy?
Every time he faced those powerful demons, he trembled in his heart!
"Kanai, you protect Bul-Kathos. I knew you would do this!"
Vorusk was still muttering to himself!
But his figure is fading away little by little!
There are more than just Kanai who need to be sacrificed in this secret realm.
He is also one of them!
This time is the second time since he became conscious that he has mustered up the courage to face everything he once resisted.
Darkness and loneliness!
"Then who will inherit the duties of the great elder?"
Volusk's figure faded away little by little!
It's as if he has never appeared in this place.
It's as if he is the only one who is not excluded from this festival.
It's as if the Holy Mountain has not condensed his body.
Kanai disappeared, so the Holy Mountain needs another soul to bear everything that Kanai had previously borne.
Reconcile the power of this Holy Mountain!
From now on, Volusk will also embark on the countdown to disappearance!
Just wait for Bulkatho to become the Immortal King!
From now on, the name Volusk will become like "Kanai" little by little, becoming a name that is intentionally or unintentionally ignored.
As long as he unloads the burden of the Immortal King.
"Bulkatho! You have to become the Immortal King as soon as possible!"
Warusk's last voice sounded lightly!
In front of Kanai's tomb, the set of legends symbolizing Warusk was placed on the ground!
From now on, Volusk's name will be forgotten little by little!
There are only six legends on the ground exuding golden and emerald green light!
The light beam was blocked by a thin film!
None of this will be passed on!
In the end, it will be forgotten.
Only Bulcasso and Leiko will remember him and feel sad for his disappearance!
Finally, Volusk, the immortal king who had never had many friends on the holy mountain, disappeared!
If you don't have a friend, then his disappearance won't hurt!
If there is no familiar partner who can share the wine, then there will be no panic if he is forgotten!
The barbarians have long been accustomed to the second-generation immortal king who always stays in the Temple of the Elders and rarely appears.
It’s just that no one will see him on the throne from now on!
…
Thor and his sister stayed at everything, with tenderness in their eyes.
Thor's nature lends itself well to being a barbarian warrior.
But he could not bear all that the savage had.
Just like what he said at the beginning.
The ancestors were barbarians, but he belonged to Asgard!
Even with the power of the barbarians and the teachings of Volusk.
But in the end he is still an Asgardian.
What he needs to bear is not the future of the barbarians, but the rise and fall of Asgard!
Warusk has done enough!
Thor has the opportunity to continue to become stronger and have the possibility to break through his limits.
It’s just that he will never see his guide again.
Thor, who has a little timidity hidden in his heart, is so similar to him in Warusk's eyes!
"Thor, what's wrong with you?"
Hela looked at Thor with some confusion and asked.
Thor's expression was as confused as if he had lost a toy.
"Sister, let's find a way to return to Asgard!"
Thor shook his head to put the weird feeling behind him and said.
"If you want."
Hela was a little sluggish when she said this, as if she had thought of something.
"Sister, do you want the throne?"
Thor asked with a serious expression.
But his eyes drifted to the demons that were constantly approaching outside the city wall.
"Thor, tell me! Your plan."
Hela lowered her eyes as if she had expected it.
Odin hurt her, but she also recognized Odin's power from the bottom of her heart!
She was resentful and angry about Odin's choice, but she also knew very well that Odin had made almost no mistakes in his long life!
Odin is her role model, but she is not convinced.
"Sister, I feel that I cannot shirk my responsibilities.
That prophecy! I can't let others take that risk for me! "
Thor said firmly!
Thor represents the future king of Asgard!
But Thor also means that he will die together in the battle with Kull!
Thor wasn't going to run away.
"I hate fate! Thor!"
Hela hugged her brother and whispered in his ear:
"I can still pick up Mjolnir! I can become the God of Thunder!"
Hela's voice had a coaxing tone.
She now likes her brother from the bottom of her heart.
A gentle, kind brother who never shirks his responsibilities.
Hela felt the long-lost family affection and the warmth from her family.
At this time, she even felt regret and grief for killing Baldur.
Hela, who has awakened family affection and gained love, is no longer the goddess of death suffering in prison.
"Sister, I will survive. I have to shoulder the responsibility for my father, and I have to compensate you!"
Thor said this.
Odin is missing, and no one knows if he died somewhere.
The lifespan of an Asgardian is never infinite!
His father died for the future of Asgard!
Then Thor is also ready!
Thor didn't know that his thoughts were so similar to those of the disappeared Warusk!
Isn’t sacrifice what comes with responsibility?
Thor was prepared, even though there was hesitation in his heart and a trace of fear of the unknown.
But there is another prophecy in Asgard, and that is the arrival of Ragnarok!
Thor doesn't mind sacrificing himself for the continuation of Asgard!
As long as it's worth it!
"Brother! Go find Loki! I want to meet that cunning brother and see how we can help you ascend the throne of Asgard."
Hela said this.
He just used another two points of strength to hold Thor's arm.
…
"Bulkasso! Don't you want to look at me again!"
Leah's voice no longer came from a distance.
Her voice sounded like it was coming from Bulcasso's ears.
Bulcaisel's ears felt the hot air that came from speaking!
"Bulkeso~"
Original Sin Leah's body leaned on Bulcaisuo's back, and she gently stretched her head out of Bulcaisuo's shoulders.
Then he wrapped his arms around Bulcasso's neck and dragged his body up.
The once noble figure gently bit Bulcaisuo's earlobe and shouted his name vaguely!
Just as Diablo thought, facing Leah's soul, Bul-Kathos hesitated after all!
What in this world can imitate the unique fluctuation in Leah's soul?
The child of the demon god and humans!
There is only one in this world!
Bul-Kathos knew very well that the Leah behind him was Leah, not one of those disgusting demons!
"Bul-Kathos~ Why didn't you chop off my head with your weapon like you did when you chopped off the head of my body?"
Leah deliberately twisted her body, making her beautiful body tightly pressed against Bul-Kathos' back.
Bul-Kathos remained unmoved!
Leah's soul still has the possibility of being redeemed!
Even if this soul has the influence of Diablo, Leah's soul is still noble!
No sin!
No resentment!
No! Innocence!
Leah's soul should be pure!
Bul-Kathos had no way to do it!
There was no way to chop off Leah's head like chopping off the head of the great demon god!
This time is different!
This time Bul-Kathos owes Leah!
All the Nephalem who participated in that battle owe Leah!
Bul-Kathos will not hurt Leah before her soul is tainted with sin!
"Leah!"
Tyrael was finally moved!
The archangel hurried to Bul-Kathos' side, but stopped at the last few steps!
Tyrael saw the look in Bul-Kathos' eyes!
That was a strong murderous intent!
That was the murderous intent directed at the Archangel of Justice Tyrael!
Tyrael said that he would protect Leah!
When he pulled Leah's soul out of the realm of the Burning Hell!
He said that he would be with Leah forever!
Now Tyrael's oath is halfway done!
His body was trapped in the Burning Hell by the Shadow Fang, accompanying Baal's body!
And Leah's soul is still in Diablo's hands!
Hell!
Leah is suffering in the endless hell!
For Leah, this kind of suffering is so abominable!
How can a noble person not have a good end! ?
"Bulkasso, remember I said I wanted to open a tavern? I remember you said you would come often."
Leah's soul let go of Bulkasso's earlobe, turned her face and leaned on Bulkasso's back.
Her body slowly slid down, and the sticky feeling made Bulkasso's eyes more murderous!
That was the resentment towards Diablo!
Andariel giggled in the dark soul stone!
Mockery, contempt!
The kind of playing with other people's hearts, the torture in Bulkasso's heart made her feel happy!
Among the seven demon kings, only Diablo can be called a master of playing with people's hearts!
Azmodan just wants chaos, and Baal disdains complicated calculations!
Both pains are as stupid as mental illness!
Billy is even more of a waste!
Only Diablo!
Only he can deeply pierce the thorns in the weakest part of people!
"Bul-Kathos, I remember you said that when you are tired, you will come to my tavern to live permanently, and you will brew wine in my tavern as the cost of accommodation.
Bul-Kathos, I still remember..."
Leah kept talking.
That kind of malice climbed up Bul-Kathos' body little by little!
It was like being entangled by spider silk by the spider queen Alanya, and like drowning, the body was unable to move little by little!
It was like the mud in the swamp was sticking to the body little by little!
[This is not Leah! Leah should not be like this! ]
Bul-Kathos kept calling in his heart!
But the breath emanating from the body behind him made Bul-Kathos realize that this was Leah's soul!
Bul-Kathos dared not imagine whether Leah would suffer for her actions at this time when her will was clear!
This kind of pain should not appear on a scholar who is not even a warrior!
"Bull, Kathos!"
Tyrael said with some fear!
Justice is afraid!
Justice requires courage!
Tyrael needs courage!
At this moment, only he could see Bul-Kathos's face!
That hideous face!
That hideous face he had seen before!
That face that made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart!
"Aidan!"
Tyrael finally said the name of the owner of that face in fear!
That time Tyrael fled in panic!
Even though Isreal told Tyrael to fight for Aidan's power!
But Tyrael still fled when he saw that face!
"Bul-Kathos, have you ever liked me?"
Leah's voice suddenly became louder at this time, suppressing Tyrael's whisper in panic!
Original sin will not allow Bul-Kathos to have the slightest possibility of escaping from the current state!
Bul-Kathos's body tightened for a moment, but soon returned to the way it was at the beginning.
The muscles that were like waves when relaxed were now as soft as the softest mattress.
"Bul-Kathos~
Have you ever loved someone at that moment?"
Leah turned her face sideways and gently rubbed Bul-Kathos' back.
Like a kitten!
The tattered armor on Bulkathos' body could not block this feeling at all!
Even though the wounds on his body began to bleed again!
Even though his wound was constantly emitting that kind of numbness and pain!
Bul-Kathos's body still did not move!
"Tyrael!"
Johanna's voice sounded!
Johanna appeared behind Bul-Kathos on the God's Warhorse!
Her face was filled with horror!
Her dignified face became a little complicated at this time!
"And, Leah~"
Johanna's voice softened in an instant!
She could not see Bul-Kathos's expression, nor could she see Leah's expression!
But she could understand from Tyrael's horror how distorted Bul-Kathos's face was at this time!
Johanna knew what kind of choice Bul-Kathos had made.
So she could feel Bul-Kathos's pain the most at this time!
But what could the Crusaders do at this time?
Recite the Law of Hope, or kill Leah, who was innocent?
Johanna could do nothing!
At this time, she finally had a little understanding of what Bul-Kathos had said before, "powerful".
How can patience be called powerful?
The strong don't need to be patient!
But in this place, no one can be called a strong man!
Tyrael can't get past Bul-Kathos's sight!
Bul-Kathos can't redeem Leah's soul.
At this moment, she can't do anything except grief in her heart!
Only Leah!
Leah has no patience, no restraint!
But now Leah doesn't even have her own will!
"Bul-Kathos~ Can you feel my temperature?"
Leah continued to speak.
She didn't care about Johanna's arrival!
She kept talking, starting from the first time she saw Bul-Kathos!
Talked about Cain! Talked about the cathedral! Talked about finding Tyrael! Talked about Adria! Talked about! High-level heaven!
"Bul-Kathos, I'm dead~ But you can still feel my temperature, right?"
Leah summarized her story, her voice was a little soft.
She gently rubbed against the side of Bul-Kathos's head, her short hair swept across his hideous face.
A pair of arms once again wrapped around Bul-Kathos' neck, and her palms gently touched his face.
The tall body in the eyes of ordinary people climbed on Bul-Kathos's back, like a child.
"Leah~"
Johanna said with a little bit of grief and disbelief!
Leah's soul!
Those Nephalem who had fought with this girl would not make a mistake!
But she could not change anything!
"Bul-Kathos!"
Tyrael's voice trembled!
He saw that Bul-Kathos's face became even more terrifying after Leah's palm passed over it!
The clenched teeth and the open lips!
The sharp canines that were enough to tear the legs of the thumper made a slight friction sound!
Kanai's soul was still rolling in the magic box!
Volusk left his legend in front of Kanai's tomb and temporarily took over Kanai's duties!
Who is the winner in this battle?
There is no winner!
There will be no winner in this tragic battle!
The tragedy is just repeated again!
Kanai sacrificed!
Volusk also sacrificed!
This meeting made Kanai a thing of the past!
The next time Bulkatho sees Volusk, it means the disappearance of the second generation of the Immortal King!
Mount Harrogath does not have the great power of Mount Arreat, which is given by time and the World Stone!
The existence of Mount Harrogath is the miracle created by the ancestors who were willing to devote themselves to the darkness!
The next one will be Volusk!
Who will it be next time?
Bulkatho's beard is still flying!
Parting is the most painful!
Bulkatho felt the tremor of his soul!
"It's not time yet!"
Bulkatho gritted his teeth and spoke slowly!
He felt the other half of his soul in the dark soul stone!
As long as he wants, he can become complete! And then completely clear the obstacles ahead!
But now is not the time!
While Diablo is still alive, fear in the heart means failure!
Enough people have been sacrificed!
Bul-Kathos wants to end this almost endless cycle of sacrifice!
Kanai said!
Their wish is to be the last sacrifice!
Volusk still has a chance!
As long as he becomes the creator god before that timid and arrogant man is completely forgotten!
At that time, Bul-Kathos will have the power to realize all wishes!
"Hahaha! It's not the time yet? Are you still afraid?"
Andariel finally couldn't hold back her snicker!
It was as disgusting as a mouse that stole candy mocking a little girl!
Facing Bul-Kathos, she was so weak that she didn't even have the power to fight back!
The only reason she still exists is that Bul-Kathos has not yet obtained the power of the Archangel of Justice!
"Andariel, you will feel the pain you have always dreamed of!"
Bulkasso whispered threateningly.
There was no anger in his tone.
Because Leah's soul was still hanging on Bulkasso's back.
Bulkasso didn't want to scare Leah.
I don’t want to hurt this innocent girl who should be pure!
“I’m looking forward to it! I’m looking forward to it! I’m looking forward to the feeling of pain falling on me!
I want to know the taste of pain, I want to feel the pleasure of pain!
I want to feel my skin being slashed off bit by bit, and feel the blood flowing out of my body uncontrollably!
Let me feel it! Let me feel the pain of losing everything, let me feel the abyss of seeing important people running towards sacrifice in front of me!
Let me know what kind of emotions you have in your heart at this moment, let me experience it!
Bu! Er! Kai! So!”
Andariel’s sharp voice rang out!
This time she did not limit her voice to Bul-Katho’s mind!
But she shouted loudly in the craziest, most hateful, and most vicious tone!
Every existence on Harrogath can hear this sound!
Every barbarian’s eyes are red!
Even if they don’t know about Volusk’s sacrifice, Kanai left not long ago!
“Andariel!!!”
Madoc roared violently!
Then he jumped and slashed away from the defense line jointly formed by the three ancestors!
Madoc!
Madoc, the battle prophet!
Madoc, who lost his prophet status after his death!
He took the initiative to attack without knowing the outcome of this battle!
That cautious and methodical fighting style was broken!
A strong wind swept over him!
The ground was boiling under his feet!
In his heart was the belief of killing all demons!
Andariel, who provoked Bul-Kathos and all the barbarians, needed to learn some lessons!
Even if Madoc would be like Vida at that time, he would suffer enough damage to his origin in that crisis.
Madoc made a decision!
"I knew it! Damn it!"
Korlik roared!
His body rushed into the demon tide like a strong wind and thunder!
Madoc once again broke away from his own defense line, and the three ancestors had to face the dilemma of fighting on their own again!
"Proof of shame! Tell me, what have we redeemed in all these years!"
Tariq yelled with curses!
His body stood like a big shield in front of the open gate of the holy mountain!
This time is the same as the last time!
Tariq will face the endless tide of demons alone!
"I hope Kolik won't run into Lady Joy again this time."
Tariq spit, then raised the heavy sword in his hand!
"Come on! Bastards of Hell, I've wanted to fight you for a long time!"
Tariq taunted loudly!
Those demons rushed up like jackals facing food!