$594 Barbarian Who Brought Irreversible Damage to the Hell Lord

Resurrect a body with Leoric's power and blood?

This is a very interesting idea!

The original creation of the Holy Lord was not a pleasant thing for Lasuk.

But now he suddenly felt that he seemed to have a great inspiration!

A living person whose body is supported by the bones of the Skeleton King?

A wonderful idea!

As for the conflict between the three ancestors over there?

What does that have to do with him as a blacksmith?

It's better to say that those guys can get some time to do what they want to do while fighting. It's great!

"I'm not sure!

But I can guarantee one thing!

If it's just a body, it will turn into a demon the moment it holds the Shadow Fang!

The hammer you used before is the best explanation!"

Leah understood Lasuk's idea.

Although she didn't agree with it, she didn't stop the other party's idea at all.

Everyone is free to try to realize their own ideas, and no one should interfere.

If this dream is evil and wrong, there will naturally be a corresponding existence to deal with it.

No matter what you do, only the person who takes action can taste the fruit himself.

Whether sweet or bitter!

This is what Leah has learned in her short life!

Make a choice and accept it calmly!

"I think only your soul can bear this body."

Rasuk ignored the swear words that kept coming from the other side.

Banar kept repeating those words, and Rasuk was almost used to it.

It is more worthy of attention that this berserker did not go crazy after joining the battle.

Maybe vitality has some special effect on Banar?

"But I don't plan to change my body."

Leah smiled.

This is just a joke.

She knew very well that Rasuk would not have such an idea.

When asking others to do something, at least listen to their opinions.

The first generation ancestor who just talked to himself and wanted to revive all the barbarian ancestors was thrown out.

"Of course, I mean this body is not prepared for you.

I'm just thinking that the object corresponding to Shadow Fang is the crystal dome on the High Heaven, right?

One is a weapon, and the other is just a huge pillar? Or does it also include part of the gate?

If I put this body into the crystal dome, what do you think will be born?"

The casting hammer in Rasuk's hand hit the iron felt with a duang sound, and a spark burst out.

He was obviously a little excited!

A wonderful idea!

The body containing the blood of Nephalem received the most essential power of the High Heaven and the Burning Hell at the same time. Who knows what will be born?

What if the body recalls Leoric's lost will?

Rasuk has done research on the existence of the Skeleton King!

He is very sure that it will not be the will of the crazy Skeleton King that will appear at that time, but the wise king of Canduras!

Perhaps such an existence can make that world better?

"I thought all the ancestors put their hopes on Bul-Kathos."

Leah narrowed her eyes and looked at Rasuk, as if she was going to get to know him again.

Why didn't she realize that Rasuk was a lunatic besides being a little funny?

What an exaggerated idea?

But this doesn't fit the idea of ​​a barbarian, who rarely puts all the responsibility on others.

"There are countless ideas for countless people, although I am probably an outlier among the barbarians."

Rasuk smiled very brightly.

But from this bright smile, Leah saw bitterness and the fear hidden under the smile!

As the daughter of the Demon of Fear, although Leah cannot manipulate the power of fear, Diablo has never been generous enough to leave the qualification of mastering fear to anyone.

The existence other than him only has the qualification of feeling fear.

And Leah, probably because she once watched the battle of the Great Demon as a bystander, has a little ability to feel the fear of others.

"I heard the conversation between Helab and the others. Are you scared?"

Leah's words bluntly revealed the fear in Rasuk's heart.

"Of course! You didn't see that scene!

You don't know how cruel it was!

Do you think what Helab said is everything that Andakulgas experienced?

You don't know anything!"

Rasuk was obviously touched.

When he was young, or when he was trained as a warrior, he was highly expected by other ancestors.

The ancestors once agreed that even if Rasuk could not reach the level of Volusk and Reiko, it would not be difficult for him to reach the position of Cassius.

He is also a well-deserved genius.

It's a pity that he saw the bitter fruit of survival and fighting too early!

"I don't know what you thought at that time, and I don't want to know.

But the fact that you gave up can only mean that you were not strong enough at that time."

Leah sighed a little.

The most obvious emotion was disappointment.

Whether Rasuk was a genius or not had nothing to do with her, and Leah didn't intend to delve into what he had gone through.

Of course, Leah had no intention of convincing Rasuk.

Everyone is different, and it is neither polite nor meaningful to impose your own ideas on others.

"I admit it, but now I have a way that doesn't require Bulkesso to sacrifice.

Don’t you have any intention to try it?

Or do you all hope that Bulcaisel will become that damn savior?

And then enjoy everything Bulcaisel left behind?

And then just lay a wreath for him every year on the day he died in battle?

If that's the case, listen to me! You'd better make him happy by sprinkling strong wine on the place where he died! "

Rasuk pouted bitterly, and you could even hear the smell of viciousness in his voice!

"I forgot!

The kind of sacrifice you want the world to demand is certainly not like Volusk escaping his soul from the clutches of death,

It won't be like Leiko's sacrifice to death, and she can still keep her soul.

It's even less likely to be the kind of sacrifice Kanai made.

Kanai not only left behind a box, but also his own soul!

Those sacrifices are not difficult for Bulkesso now!

I think he might now be able to chop death cleanly and mess with fate!

But you are still waiting for his sacrifice!

I think there will be nothing left after Bulcaisel has made his sacrifice, right? "

Rasuk's tone became more and more unpleasant, which made Leah's expression become a little ugly.

The things Rasuk said were things she had never thought about.

Perhaps what is here is that Deckard Cain can say "Hero, please stay" and then persuade the other party slowly and logically.

But Lia was not the last Horadrim.

She had no words to reply.

“How many sacrifices do you know?

How much sacrifice is known from your piles of parchment and books that could fill a whole room? "

Rasuk pulled out the section of keel left by Matthew from under his feet.

Before casting the bones of the Holy King, he needed to cast something to practice his skills.

What better way to warm up than to create a legend?

"I know a lot, just from books and words. Occasionally I hear it from other people's mouths."

Leah understood what Rasuk meant.

It is impossible to understand him without witnessing a sacrifice in person.

Even with the death of Deckard Cain, Leah only sent this noble man on his last journey.

There is no sacrifice in this tragic process.

And her own death, even though it was very pitiable, was never considered a sacrifice.

At least Leah herself had no intention of sacrificing herself at that time.

“I saw the sacrifice of Anda Kourgas.

Maybe I should call it torture. "

clang!

The casting hammer hit the keel hard, causing tiny cracks to appear on the bone.

Rasuk frowned, he didn't like this result very much.

He had seen Bulkesso cast the dragon soul for Karasim, and that hammer heavier than his did not cause any change in the dragon's bones!

Either Rasuk's craftsmanship is far inferior to Bulqessor, or the quality of this keel is not as good as the one at that time.

Rasuk thinks it's the latter.

He didn't feel at all that his craftsmanship would lead to misunderstandings when observing the casting process of Bulqueso.

Bulcaisuo's craftsmanship is indeed the best, but it is not much better than other top blacksmiths.

At least there won't be a situation where others can't understand it.

Bulkatho's being the best blacksmith is also related to his strength.

After all, not all blacksmiths can forge materials easily.

"Torture? I can imagine.

But physical torture could not break the barbarian's will.

Isn't it? "

Leah was skeptical of Rasuk's statement.

This group of soldiers is already accustomed to being injured. If it is just pure torture, it will not make these guys succumb.

"Huh? Hellab didn't say how long Andakulgas' death lasted!

Are you going to know the answer from my mouth! ? "

Rasuk raised his head suddenly, but quickly lowered it again.

He is still forging, and although the initial stage can be completed without full concentration, you still have to keep an eye on it.

But his red eyes made Leah tremble.

[Is that fear and resentment? 】

Leah wasn't quite sure what that feeling was, but her intuition told her it was these two emotions.

"One year!"

"What?"

Leah didn't hear it clearly, or she heard it clearly but couldn't believe it.

“I mean, that torture lasted a whole year!

It was still the Holy Mountain of Arreat!

The Holy Mountain has been ringing with the annoying laughter of the Demon King of Hell for a whole year!

For a whole year, we can see more scars on Anda Kurgas' body when we raise our heads!

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was blood flowing!

Until later! The blood is gone! Only the foul-smelling ichor fell from Andakulgas' body to the ground!

Then Duriel lowered his head and licked it clean from Anda Kulgas's body little by little!

He is not dead! "

"Dang!"

The heavy hammer in Rasuk's hand hit the keel, and the cracks on the keel became much more obvious.

It seems that there may be a little problem in this practice forging.

Leah couldn't imagine that.

Even at this moment, her mind was blank!

"Andariel's venom was poured on Andakulgas's head, and it slid down with his hair.

It flowed from the face that could barely be seen,

poured into the holes that were originally the eyes, and then flowed out from the empty space without the jaw!

Then it flowed into the open chest along the scattered bone residue!

He didn't move at all!

Even his body didn't tremble!"

Rasuk gritted his teeth and talked about what he saw and heard that year!

When suffering pain, the body will naturally avoid it.

Just like a scalded hand will unconsciously pull back.

Maybe the warriors can let their will overcome instinct and stay still!

No, it should be said that the will of the warriors can definitely overcome instinct! Let the body be motionless!

But they still have a time to be freed from pain!

That is death!

A gift for life!

Not having to end the pain is a gift!

But...

"He is still not dead!

I saw him spit something from the place that I don't know if it was the throat, which was pus, blood, or venom, on Duriel's face!

He is not dead!"

Rasuk's hands began to tremble!

Speaking of the scene he had seen, his body began to tremble!

"In fact, you haven't given up as a warrior, right?"

Leah felt that the previous fear disappeared at this time when she should be most afraid!

At this time, Rasuk only had hatred in his heart!

I just don't know who it was hatred for.

Maybe it was hatred for the devil, or it could be hatred for Andakulgas why he didn't die earlier!

Or hatred for himself for not having such a strong power.

"I know, although the ancestors all said that I can at worst reach the level of ancestor Cassius,

but no one can guarantee me that I can be like the immortal king Volusk, making those demons flee from me!

What can a powerful ancestor like Andakulgas do?

As long as you can't stand at the top, it will be a simple joke when facing the devil of hell!

I have to find a way to make the warriors more powerful!"

Lasuk finally calmed down a little.

But he was still full of resentment.

"So you chose to be a blacksmith?

But we all know that no matter how powerful the armor is, it can't make a weak warrior strong enough to face the existence of the devil of hell.

If I wear the heirloom armor of ancestor Reko, I can't fight Diablo.

The road to pursuing equipment, we can see the end with our naked eyes.

But the strength of the individual can make heaven and hell retreat."

Liya said this while looking at Lasuk who was casting with his head covered.

But even she herself didn't know who these words were used to comfort.

"I hate sacrifice, and I have never thought about sacrifice.

The only thing that comforts me is that my death is painless."

The hammer in Rasuk's hand finally stopped swinging with all his strength as before.

A series of dense knocking sounds came from the iron felt, like pearls falling on a plate.

"Then why did the ancestor Andakulgas die?

He didn't die from such injuries, so why did he die in the end?"

When Leah said this, she suddenly felt a little heat from the Shadow Fang in her hand.

It was very warm, and it didn't seem to be the root of the harsh environment of the Burning Hell.

Leah suddenly didn't want to talk.

"Why did he die?

When Duriel stabbed his thing into Andakurgas' chest like a cesspool,

Yes, I mean Andakurgas' chest was a cesspool!

At least it was at that time!

I saw a knife that I, or other ancestors, could never swing in my lifetime!

Although Andakurgas said that Bul-Kathos surpassed him,

I still don't think that anyone other than Andakurgas could swing such a knife.

From then on, Duriel could only use his own body to give birth to those bugs.

After that knife, Duriel became the joke among the demon kings of Hell, second only to Belial.

This joke is just as funny to other Nephalem,

but to us, it's not funny at all!

What a humiliation!"

The hammering sound in Rasuk's hand became more and more frequent.

When Rasuk said this, Leah had already understood.

Caused irreversible damage to the demon king of Hell?

Especially since the one who was injured was Duriel, who didn't have much rationality to begin with.

Andakur'gath finally died.

Leah turned her head and took a look at the melee between the three ancestors.

"Alpaca!"

Banar was still screaming, and he spat on Helabor's face.

Although there were a few teeth and blood in the saliva.

It was obvious that this berserker was hit hard by Helabor the Conqueror in one round.