348 The Rest of Quarkak (8,000 Words)

"It's always like this. I really don't want to see a scene like that again."

"You always look worried lately, can you tell me why?"

Johanna glanced in Barr's direction and said.

She clearly felt the growing power, and Bulcasso sighed in front of her, which made Johanna want to say something.

"Something on your mind? Who doesn't have something on their mind?"

Bulcaisel glanced at Johanna with a somewhat hollow look.

"It's just that everything must come to an end, and it's time for this battle to end."

The broken armor on Bulcaisuo disappeared piece by piece.

The end result of this battle is just an empty and angry barbarian standing in a deep pit and fighting continuously.

"Now, leave this place, the next step is my battle."

Bulkesso said without looking back.

The rest of the battle only requires the existence of one person and the ruins after an explosion.

There is nothing to see anymore.

"By the way, do you think any recruit will be able to witness the last moment? I have prepared a generous reward and want to give it to that outstanding warrior."

Bulkesso said casually, and Jotun Kule twitched the corner of his mouth.

"When do you plan to accept Kanai's legacy?"

"Wait until after the explosion, until everything returns to normal."

Bulcaisel's figure has gone away.

He took off his armor, showing his wounds that had not yet healed.

Walking barefoot on the snow of this snow-capped mountain.

The footprints were so clear that even the outline of the scar on the sole of Bulcasso's foot could be left on the snow.

"Telling lies. As expected of you."

Jotun Kule said with a smile.

Then he focused on a corner.

There was Diavolo's aura over there, which made Jotun Kule want to laugh.

Many interesting things can always be found in the past that appeared on the Holy Mountain of Arreat at a certain time period.

Zordon Kule understood that Bulcaisel just wanted to get rid of that bastard Diavolo first, and then do important things.

The less things Diablo knew, the less danger there would be.

So he won't do anything unnecessary.

Many things in the world will not be judged as right or wrong, but more about the will of "everyone".

If everyone does this, is it right?

Is sacrificing one person for world peace just?

Only when the person who is sacrificed is oneself can it be called justice.

Tyrell didn't know this.

Fortunately, there is always someone who knows.

"A boring battle? It's never what you say it is, Bulcaisel."

Jordan Kule said this.

He didn't care whether Bulcaisel heard what he said clearly.

But he didn't mean to hide anything.

Johanna and Leah shifted their gazes to Jotun Kule, their eyes full of exploration.

"Don't look at me like this, ignorance is the happiest thing! Hahaha!"

Jotun Kule laughed, his voice echoing in the empty snowfield.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, letting in a ray of sunshine and shining on Jotun Kule's body.

This sunlight caused Jotun Kule, the ancient Nephalem ghost, to emit a holy light.

Johanna was speechless, and Leah just silently thought about the meaning of Jotun Kule's words.

…

The giant ax in Qualkek's hand hit the boulder heavily, and ice-blue anger flashed, making everything around him even colder.

"Barbarians, tell me what it is you want?"

Barr's voice came out slowly from the stone in front of him.

The end point is something that has long been determined. Even if these barbarians cannot end this battle with an explosion, Bulcaisso will do the same.

That's a good guess.

Bulkesso is such a person.

What is before will be again, what is seen before will be again after what is seen before!

This is not the first time Bulkesso has done something like this.

"I can't understand your struggle, and I can't understand what you think is noble.

Even more, I can't understand why you would make such a choice. "

Barr felt that the power on the boulder was squeezing inwards. It was obvious that Qualcaike's approach was different from his original idea.

Limiting the direction of an explosion is never a big problem, especially when a barbarian is risking his own soul.

Moreover, it only changes the explosion from random diffusion to directionality. Even if the explosion cannot be controlled, it will not turn this sacred mountain that only existed in the past into a bottomless pit.

What Qualkirk did was like putting a piece of tape on a river bank that was about to collapse.

It seemed to do something, but it was meaningless.

"Hey! Baal. Humans have never been great."

Qualkek's body began to disintegrate bit by bit.

The old face seemed to have fallen fragments like pottery figurines. Under the fragments, the dazzling soul should have been exposed, but in the body of the old general Qualkek, there was nothingness behind the fragments.

"Of course, there is nothing in the world that can be called great or miraculous. Everything happens as a matter of course, and everything good is because someone has paid the price for it."

Barr rarely faced a barbarian with a calm attitude, and he explained his thoughts.

"What did you pay for? It sounds like you like beautiful things."

Qualkek laughed in anger.

What does a destruction say to something beautiful?

He never cherished anything.

"The most valuable thing is when beauty is destroyed. I gave meaning to the existence of beauty. So what did you pay for, barbarian?"

Barr said this.

Before that, the appearance of barbarians in front of him always gave him a headache.

Those barbarians howling like ghosts and gods would always attack him with axes, heavy swords, maces and even broken wooden clubs.

Communicate well? That doesn't exist.

Human beings confide in their pets not because these little things can understand his inner feelings, but because those little things will not tell other humans what they hear.

It's like no one talks to the tape recorder.

In the eyes of the Hell Demon, humans are just a collection of pets, toys and tools.

"I am part of the price."

Qualkek hung the ax in his hand on his waist and glanced at Li Zi intentionally or unintentionally.

He had seen a lot of guys who were shivering in the cold wind and whose breath was as hollow as a corpse.

He has even seen more than one guy who went to the extreme and became a claw of the devil in the midst of loss.

But Lizzy seems to be a little bit different.

But now Qualkek has no time to ask these questions.

"Let me guess what your obsession is? To see the barbarians prosper again?"

Baal and Qualkek were talking across the ball that could explode at any time.

"So I saw it."

Qualkek said so.

There was some surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect Barr to reveal his long-cherished wish so easily.

The moment he saw Leiko's resurrection, he saw the last few steps left for Bulcasso to succeed.

Qualkek had realized that the prosperity of the barbarians was just around the corner.

He is a barbarian, not very particular about his life, and his behavior is as rough and harsh as Hanfeng.

Maybe he can't be called very noble, but he is a hero.

"Seeing that Bulcaisel became the strongest? So you think the strong one must win?"

Barr wanted to laugh a little.

But I don’t know what kind of emotion it should be when showing a smile.

Pure Baal is destruction, and pure cannot tolerate other emotions.

Baal has nothing but the instinct to live.

Facing Qualkek, Baal had a rare tendency to talk.

Although the person he was chatting with and himself were about to disappear.

"Because Bulkesso will definitely win, he is the strongest."

There was pride in Qualkek's voice.

When he had met Bulcaisso, he never imagined that this young man with a strange name would one day become the pillar of support for all barbarians.

After all, at that time, whether it was Kolik, Maddock or Talik, they all had great reputations.

The three ancestors who became strong enough to protect their clansmen from the tide of demons in their teens are much more powerful than Bulcaisuo who could only train silently like a wooden stake in his twenties. .

But Bulkesso proved himself with victory after victory.

Inheriting the name of the ancestors is enough to explain all this.

He is the hope that Harrogas City is struggling to keep watch.

"Okay, today is the day you choose to realize your wish and free yourself, so you won't be awakened again?"

Barr asked, and the stone ball began to tremble.

An explosion can occur at any time.

Barr, who was trapped in the stone ball, took a deep look towards the ground, which seemed to be a bit mocking.

Where will the ancestor appear after seeing his last wish?

In the hands of Malthael who has taken away the power of death?

Or become part of the world's nourishment and become part of the world's cycle again?

None!

It will only appear in the "Holy Mountain" as pure energy!

Regardless of whether it was the holy mountain named Arreat that existed in the "past" under his feet, or the holy mountain named "Harogath".

The souls of barbarians will only feed these two places.

Providing a ridiculously insignificant amount of power.

"You know, the souls collected by the barbarians in the past are not even strong enough to resist when faced with the explosion of the World Stone.

If my peak power was one hundred, Bulcaisu's current power was one thousand. Then you were alive, Qualkek! It's just a mere thirty.

How much can you keep with only your soul left? Ten or five?

When you become a nourishment, the help you can provide is less than one tenth, so do you think it is worth it? "

Baal was well aware of the nature of the barbarian's sacred mountain.

If the Nephalem from ancient times to the present have appeared in the world as souls like Jotun Kule, then the accumulation of these powers is almost enough to subvert the Burning Hell and the High Heaven.

But each of these guys chose a similar way and became a meager shelter of pure energy.

Just like the barbarians making offerings to the holy mountain.

"Existing for too long is also torture. I am an old guy and should have fallen asleep long ago."

Qualkek said without answering the question.

The body is broken bit by bit.

He originally planned to disappear quietly.

He knew very well that the ancestors who still existed would only chant his name and be happy that he was resting in peace.

"Are all humans this self-concerned? Or is it just you?"

Barr suddenly felt a strong curiosity in his heart.

In his life as the Demon God of Destruction, he had never had face-to-face communication with a human being.

In his view, human beings are just tools, just a part of achieving the goal.

This was the first time he truly put himself on an equal footing to communicate with humans.

There is no arrogance that I have long been accustomed to.

Barr was as peaceful as an old man watching the sunrise and sunset every day.

"Demon! You have no right to question me!"

Qualkek roared as if laughing!

He had wanted to say this for a long time.

Although what is in front of him is only part of Barr's consciousness, Barr's body will not know what happened here after the explosion.

But he just wanted to say this once!

For far too long the barbarians have feared the Lord of Hell.

Even if you can attack the devil without reservation and then die calmly, it is not a sign of being without fear.

It's just that the path they chose has no chance of retreat.

"Why did Lilith make such a choice? What did she see?"

Barr gave up the idea of ​​getting an answer from Qualkek.

The savage's soul had lost its sanity.

Becoming nourishment can only give this holy mountain a little bit of Weibo.

Barr couldn't understand.

"Lilith may have seen destiny."

Bulcaisel's figure walked nearby.

They started talking from a distance.

"Seeing everything that is destined, or seeing things that only you can do."

"Bulkesser? Do you plan to let a consciousness die after knowing some secrets?"

Balgaga smiled strangely.

He was well aware that such laughter could unnerve the nephalem.

That's what Jordan Kule did.

"You won this round, but that has nothing to do with me. Anyway, when you find me again, my power and status will become yours."

Baal said as if he was looking away.

He will hand over everything he has, this is destined and has nothing to do with the winner of the gamble.

"Do you want to be an individual?"

Burcasso said a little abruptly, with serious eyes.

He knew exactly what a huge gamble this was!

The slightest indulgence towards the Demon God may lead to dangerous consequences.

The victims may not be counted in thousands or tens of thousands by then.

But he was prepared to take on this.

After that, he finally walked to the place where Qualkek disappeared and picked up the mountain-splitting ax on the ground.

The moment the cold ax came into contact with Bulcaisuo's palm, it began to emit a strong light.

Qualkek completely disappeared.

This is a given.

After realizing one's dream, there is nothing left to look forward to as a soul being.

In other words, that is called rest.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a part of me, and it will only be like this."

Barr spoke loudly, but his words sounded a little funny.

At least some of it was untrue.

Beings that can think independently will have some selfishness, and selfishness is also part of the instinct of life.

It's just selfishness, but no one has ever publicized it in a big way.

"Let me ask you, do you want to live as a human being?"

Bulquesso emphasized the pronunciation of the word "alive."

His body was unnaturally tight, and he was obviously feeling nervous.

Bulcaisuo was nervous subconsciously. Although he did not feel the emotion of fear, he knew that this body's performance meant fear.

The fear is lost in consciousness, but this instinct is still present in the body.

Bulcaisel would be afraid of Baal's answer.

Whether it's a yes or no answer, the answer itself is something to be feared.

"What do you want from me?"

Barr's tone became serious.

He could still tell whether Bulcasso was joking or not.

The Bulcasso in front of him was very serious, just like when he yelled that he wanted to chop off the head of the big devil.

The body is tight, but the neck is loose.

The head was slightly tilted, and there was light in the eyes.

"Get a strong man who knows what destruction is, and then replace it with another destruction."

Bulkesso said.

He simply stated his reasons. The reason that gave him this idea was Auriel.

From the moment Auriel said that the hope of replacing this world made him resist the malice of this world.

Bulkesso was thinking about what to do.

The guy who controls the destruction of this world is the only one who can make Leoric disappear.

Hatred is not so easy to settle.

Barr is the best choice.

The master of destruction, the purest destruction!

He will know the power of destroying this part better than the guy who has more power in Annihilation.

"Are you saying let me become my true body, or let me become another existence independent of the name Baal?"

"You will become a human being! A human being! Master the power of destruction."

Bulcaisel's answer made Barr hesitate.

But now is obviously not a time to hesitate.

The power in the stone ball began to spread continuously.

"I think you should talk to the real me about this, Bulcaisel."

Barr said this, and then stopped talking.

Faced with the conditions given by Bulqueso, he had to admit that he was tempted.

But this feeling made Barr feel afraid.

The Demon God of Destruction, who had always been proud of his purity, actually felt like he was being bewitched by humans.

It is normal to feel disgusted when faced with novel feelings.

The more kind people are, the more curious they are about evil.

As long as they are not allowed to stand in the position of evildoers and personally create evil deeds, they are always full of curiosity about evil.

And people who are truly mired in sin do not treat kindness with the same attitude.

They will not wonder about the consequences of kindness.

Because they know very well that kind people are the targets of their harm.

So Barr was afraid of the idea in his heart!

Only those who do evil will be so afraid of kindness, even if kindness is beautiful.

So Barr avoided the topic and just wanted to wait for the eventual arrival.

"Then let's end it. I think Qualkek's approach will leave a few recruits behind after the explosion to see the so-called truth."

Bulcaisuo stroked the cold blade of the mountain-splitting ax and let out a long breath.

He didn't know that this was the first time he had sighed in this period of time.

Barr didn't answer.

Then the boulder began to emit a lot of power, as if it had received instructions.

…

Cassius just stood opposite the hammer, swaying his neck as if he was planning to rush forward with a punch in his soul.

As for whether it was a violation of regulations, Cassius didn't care much.

As long as no one sees it, no one will use this as a reason to attack him afterwards.

Those barbarians who can fight him will not be bored to fight with him for this.

This is not a conflict of ideas.

"Squeak~Cassius!"

The hammer made a sound from nowhere, chanting Cassius's name.

This made Cassius suddenly nervous.

Nian Hammer, the great demon, has never taken the initiative to talk to anyone.

Abnormal things will certainly attract his attention.

"Hammer, what's going on?"

Cassius cracked his fist, but this time there was no sound of bones rubbing together.

It was obvious that Cassius was a little confused.

"What is the purpose of our awakening? To fight you again?"

The sound of the grinding hammer fits my body image very well.

That stone-like tone made Hammer look a little silly.

"What? As a devil, you don't want to smash anything? Instead, you started thinking?"

Cassius took a step back so that he could see the full view of the hammer better.

There are many legs, each one is hard and thick.

There were some dried blood stains on the stone, like patina.

Judging from the appearance, this hammer is very good at taking care of its body.

"My people continue to die, and I continue to die. After death, I have to live and continue to die. Is it the fate of a demon to die?"

The hammer has some strange sadness.

This kind of question made Cassius feel a little dizzy.

"You're right, the fate of demons is to keep dying. But there's one thing you're wrong about. It's not that you have to live and continue to die after you die, but you shouldn't have appeared in the first place."

Cassius pinched his eyebrows and said a little irritably.

【Spare me! When did the devil appear as a thinker? 】

Cassius's small brain was heating up. Thinking about such difficult things made Cassius, who was used to using his fists to reason, blush.

"You are wrong!"

Nian Hammer shouted angrily.

This time the sound was like a landslide.

"I'm so fucking shameful to you!"

Cassius roared angrily, his body's center of gravity suddenly dived, and he rushed out in the direction of the hammer.

Cassius was not unfamiliar with ideological work.

After all, he was once the chief of the Big Bear Tribe, and he could still coax children and give direction to young warriors.

But to provide psychological counseling to the devil, his brain capacity is somewhat insufficient.

Cassius' fist hit one of the thick legs of the hammer hard, making a sound like a mountain.

The fist stopped on the hammer's leg, and a circle of regular cracks appeared where it was hit by the fist.

That fist is really ugly.

Huge and rough!

The scarred fist felt a little swollen.

"Humans never consider what demons think!"

The hammer angrily raised a row of legs and slammed it down towards Cassius's position.

No matter how powerful the demons of the Thunder Demon race are, they can't get rid of the shortcoming of slow movements.

So they used larger-scale attacks to make up for this shortcoming.

"I am X! You are a pure XX!"

Cassius let out a war cry!

His body was beating sideways, and his hands were hitting hard all the time!

"You are so wronged! How many humans have you killed, and now you are complaining that humans don't care what you think? I'm telling you, humans do care! They don't care if you want to kill them!"

Cassius's roar was a bit sharp!

Facing a demon that blamed humans, Cassius almost lost control in his rising anger.

"Demons are also alive!"

"It's you XXXXX! I'll take you to fight!"

The hammer's roar and Cassius's foul language sounded at the same time.

That huge fist hit Nian Hammer's leg hard from bottom to top!

"Crack!"

Cassius's bones were broken, and there was a crack that was spreading and expanding on the opposite leg of the hammer.

The hammer staggered back a few steps, as if those thick legs were completely useless.

It doesn’t matter whether the devil is alive or not!

But in the hearts of humans living in the battlefield of Sanctuary, demons deserve to die!

Even if there are some cultists who are driven crazy, whose fault is it?

Isn't this the devil's fault?

Demons don't need to fight for any shitty living space!

They have a vast territory like the Burning Hell that has no borders!

The same goes for angels, they don't need a small place like a sanctuary at all!

High-level heavens are also endless!

What have humans done?

Do you just want to survive honestly in this crack? ?

Cassius experienced the migration of barbarians!

The kind with no food and no shelter! There is just endless hunger and a steady stream of demon soldiers!

Pity the devil?

Even the idiots like the cultists will not show mercy to the devil!

Strong, strong. A powerful demon capable of killing countless ordinary people with just his body needs no mercy at all!

"Cassius, you were out a long time ago."

Leiko's voice suddenly sounded.

Apparently she was done with things on the walls.

Or maybe that old stubborn man Orak finally decided to change his mind, so he took over his original responsibilities.

"So what? There is a thinker among the demons, and it is called Hammer! So I want to debate with it!"

Cassius turned back to Leiko and yelled.

Completely ignoring the fact that Leiko was far stronger than him now.

Under normal circumstances, Cassius might not talk to Leiko in this way.

After all, Leiko's temper isn't very good either.

"Thinker? Cassius, your jokes are pretty good."

Leiko glanced at the hammer, as if she wanted to see something related to her thoughts from this stupid-looking demon.

"What's even more damn funny! Thinker Nian Hammer thinks that humans have never tried to understand the thoughts of demons! I'm going to die laughing!"

Cassius yelled, shook his broken arm and rushed out in the direction of the hammer!

The broken arm was swinging by his side, and it made a snapping sound when it hit his back.

Then Cassius' charge was held back by Leiko.

The not-so-beautiful hand pressed on Cassius's shoulder.

Facing a resurrected Leiko who could show all her power at all times, Cassius had no chance to struggle.

"That's funny! So I've always been better at reasoning than you, Cassius."

Leiko patted Cassius on the shoulder, and then walked forward.

Violation?

What violation?

Who saw it?

The referees have all left the field, and the outcome of the battle has been decided.

Where are the claims of violations?

If there is anything the demons don't agree with about this ending, Leiko welcomes them to reason with it.

Cassius's face turned green and white, and he could only mutter a few words unwillingly, then pinched his broken arm and put it on his neck.

This kind of injury still needs to be looked at by Mara, as casual treatment of this kind of bone injury will lead to sequelae.

Although Cassius is a soul, of course he can also be a dead ghost...

Injuries need to be dealt with by professionals, and you will only do it when there is no other way to deal with it yourself.

Even though Cassius's brain capacity was not very large, he used 80% of it to record all kinds of swear words...

The remaining part still needs to record some familiar people and things, and the remaining part is not enough to record medical things.

"Leiko, I still remember that there seems to be a process when you are reasoning? First charge and hammer, and then two charges and hammer?"

Cassius asked reluctantly.

"What?"

Leiko stepped on the remaining upper body of the hammer, then turned back to look at Cassius and asked.

"Well, you are better at reasoning than me."

Cassius' figure disappeared in a flash.

He couldn't remember whether he had swore at Leiko just now, so he slipped away first as a courtesy!

When facing Leiko, Cassius is always a little frightened...

After all, it was difficult for him to face Kanuk's crazed bull, let alone Leiko, who was good at reasoning.

Being beaten up never feels good.

"By the way, I hope you can let the Hammer remember this truth deeply!"

Cassius left only this sentence with a little echo.

Behind a wall, Constantine was walking deeper into a narrow passage.

Constantine had already understood the final result of the battle from the barbarians who kept roaring in the battle.

Now, in order to prove a guess, he planned to be the last person to survive in this "secret realm".

Behind him, Bruce Wayne followed Constantine without making any sound!

Both of them had something they wanted to prove, so they made similar moves.

This secret passage was the hiding place of the weakest children and the elderly when the battle broke out.

This place is so deep that it has reached the deepest point. At least after Arreat became a deep pit, it still maintained its original appearance.

So, there are only the skeletons of the barbarians who were trapped and died in the depths.

There is anger and fear inside.

But there is no "glory" of the birth of a warrior.