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In the ruins of the Dream Prison, Gruchak ran all the way.

Although this guy is not the kind of idiot who can't read the map, he doesn't plan to follow the map.

When he was young, he entered the secret realm where the terrain could not be destroyed and fought. He has an abnormal obsession with not taking the usual path.

There is nothing better for Gruchak than rushing to his destination.

"Hey! Mokot! If you are not dead yet, make some noise for me!"

Gruchak walked towards the place where Mokot's breath last appeared, shouting loudly in his mouth.

But unfortunately, no one responded to him for the time being.

The Dream Prison was empty after the previous big sweep-like battle, and a lot of people were left outside to monitor this place.

But ordinary people don't have the courage to walk in here.

They don't know if a demon will rush out from a corner in this place where water and electricity have been cut off.

For ordinary people, when facing demons, they can only pray that they can die faster.

This way, at least they can suffer less torture.

"A place full of sadness and sin, if I were a demon, I would also like this position.

It's a pity that I'm not a demon, so I hate this damn prison!"

Gruchak said to himself.

When there are no companions around, it is common for barbarians to find something to do.

Always killing demons alone, this kind of life is very boring for anyone.

Although many Nephalem have found reasons to keep going in the process of killing demons.

But Gruchak is not such a guy.

Fighting is not fun for him.

Even when he was on the Holy Mountain, talking about past battles with his acquaintances was just a means for him to please his friends.

Killing has never been worthy of praise.

It is depriving life anyway.

Let this happen like this, and let him not leave any traces in his memory.

This is Gruchak's idea when facing the fight.

"Mocot, if you really want to sleep forever, you'd better think about what Burkeso will do.

I guess that guy will try to wake up other souls, or do you think someone can do better than you?"

Gruchak has already walked to the place where Mocot disappeared with the millstone.

Innermost tried to persuade Mocot with words that he didn't even remember where he heard from.

"You bastard, who did you hear this from?

If you are here to help, then come in quickly!"

Mocot replied, although his voice sounded very weak.

It seems that Mocot did not win the battle with the millstone.

He may even be struggling to hold on in a disadvantageous situation.

"That Craig beat Hamelin, but you were almost killed by the millstone?

Are you kidding me?"

Gruchak said very impolitely, and then stretched out his hands to withdraw a path in the void that was enough for him to pass through.

"Crusher, right? Although it's not the most suitable demon for me to deal with, this guy is not bad."

Gruchak walked towards the portal with a relaxed look.

The most powerful part of the crusher is the heavy blow on the physical level.

For Gluchak, who can ignore most non-physical damage, this enemy is not the easiest to deal with.

But it is indeed the type that Gluchak likes.

A fool who only believes in muscles will certainly feel happy when he meets the same type of enemy.

Then a huge stone leg stabbed at his chest, and the crusher's leg was still very powerful.

Gruchak's body just paused for a moment, and then he walked over with the crusher's big and thick leg.

"I don't seem to be much different from when I was alive.

Huh? When did I condense my body?"

While talking, Gluchak plunged into the portal, and Shunda even closed the door.

...

"This millstone looks a little weak, doesn't it?

Mocot, did you abuse him before I came here?"

After entering this space, Gluchak noticed the scars everywhere on the millstone.

The scars on a demon made of stone are naturally bumpy like the surface of the moon.

Every wound was smashed by Mocot with his own mercy.

Although Gluchak didn't care whether the demon felt pain or not, it made him feel a little painful.

It was like hearing someone insert a toothpick into the gap between the toenails and kick it hard against the corner of the wall...

"I said, can't your mercy be less hideous?

It hurts to see this hammer hit me!"

Gruchak looked at Mocot after saying this.

Then he felt even more pain...

The body constructed by the anger that Mocot borrowed from Rumlow already looked tattered.

Only one of the two legs could still be considered a leg, the other had been reduced to pieces of meat and fell to the ground...

The remaining leg also had no sole, and it looked like the sole had been crushed back and forth by a tank.

The skull was broken in half, and the brain was spilled out.

"Hiss, did you hit yourself on the head with Wumin's Morning Star Hammer?

Why don't you just open your domain and go back to the Holy Mountain to find help?

Or are you afraid that you will be laughed at for not defeating a demon?"

Gruchak clenched his fist.

It can be seen that this guy is getting angry.

"I'm just worried that after letting this guy out, the young people outside will be slaughtered by him.

Just like you believe that I won't lose, I also believe that you will come to me."

Mokote's voice was muffled, which was not pleasant to hear.

Luckily, Gruchak's voice was not very pleasant either.

So Gruchak would not say anything nonsense because of Mokote's voice.

"You really touched me...When you said that, I remembered that these legendary demons can teleport one by one.

But I still can't understand why these bastards don't run away."

Gruchak finally managed to say this sentence.

Then he hugged his arms and walked towards the hammer.

"Crusher, right? You've been beaten for so many days, can you still talk?"

Grusher's posture was not very convenient for attacking, but Crusher had no intention of taking this opportunity to attack.

"Yes."

For some reason, Crusher answered Grrusher's question honestly.

Maybe he didn't have the heart to fool a fool?

Ordinarily, these fools are the easiest to corrupt, because they are not smart enough and only believe what they see.

As long as they get a little "fact" in their eyes, they can make such fools completely die.

However, Grrusher is a fool among fools. He only believes what he thinks...what he sees doesn't count...

It's like he saw the flames burning his comrades, but he still thought it was just an illusion.

In fact, it was the devil who deceived his vision and took this opportunity to beat up his friend...

To corrupt such a fool among fools, the devil of hell may need to inject his soul with the source of burning hell.

But none of the devils of hell will do this to Grrusher.

Because it was terrifying that Gruchak had lowered the average IQ of the Nephalem, the Hell Lord did not intend to let him lower the average IQ of the Burning Hell.

Even the Hell Lord suspected that even after being corrupted, this guy would still think of himself as a barbarian for a long time.

Especially in the Burning Hell, there were no mirrors and water, and he could not see what he would look like after becoming a demon.

Even if he saw himself become a demon, he would probably think that the King of Lies was deceiving him with an illusion.

"Oh, then shut up.

I'm going to start, just bear with it."

Gruchak said to the Grinding Hammer casually.

Mokot and the Grinding Hammer on the side sighed helplessly at the same time.

It was really too difficult to communicate with a fool.

"Wuhu~"

Gruchak let out a weird war cry, and held the thinnest leg of the Grinding Hammer tightly with both hands.

In fact, all the legs of the Grinding Hammer were originally the same thickness.

But after being scratched many times by the Wumin with spikes, different thicknesses appeared.

Grushak's anger flashed, and the scarred body of the crusher lost control and fell to the ground fiercely.

This kind of simple and rough fighting style is still very powerful when facing large demons.

Just like no one would use joint skills against octopus monsters, Grushak's skills in battle are not very refined.

Unlike the weapon master who can use the least physical cost to create the greatest combat effect.

Barbarians like Grushak like to use the greatest force to solve the opponent directly.

Only one shot, that can be regarded as saving physical strength, right?

"Bang!"

The body of the crusher fell to the ground, causing the domain of Mokot to tremble.

The domain of Mokot is called merciless. In a place without mercy, anyone can maintain the greatest degree of rationality in battle.

So the crusher calmly accepted the result of being beaten.

The price was that one leg was completely broken.

The other legs also broke into several pieces of rubble.

"I didn't expect Burkeso to ask you to come here."

Mokot glanced at Gruchak and said.

"Burkeso? I didn't tell him I was coming.

I asked Karga to keep it a secret."

Gruchak waved the broken leg of the mill twice.

It looked like he was trying to see if this blunt weapon was useful enough.

The next moment, the leg of the mill hit the other leg of the mill!

"This thing is quite useful as a blunt weapon~"

Gruchak said with surprise.

The mill on the ground lost a leg again.

He stood up with great effort, and his body was glowing red.

As a legendary demon, the mill has a physical attack power that is not inferior to the Plague King, but he has received too much damage to his body in the past.

Mokot's hammer can be called a torture weapon.

So he has to use his magic with physical attacks!

The gravel fell from the sky and hit Gruchak hard!

This move is actually quite powerful. It looks like a physical attack, but it is actually magic damage.

But it was useless...

Gruchak's resistance to magic was beyond imagination.

The passive skill of Strength Faith created by him could only reduce non-physical damage by 20% on other barbarians.

But on Gruchak himself, it was almost 80%...

Only when one is so strong can one's own strength become a passive talent passed down by barbarians!

Barbarians who have condensed this skill are generally stronger than barbarians with legendary equipment, not counting the bonus of weapons to combat power...

"What are you doing? If you can't beat them, you're just stuffing your eyes with sand, right?"

Gruchak did not disappoint Mokot...

He squinted his eyes and stepped fiercely on the body of the milling hammer.

"I can't accept dying in a round-robin battle..."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up? Whenever you speak, I don't like it!"

Gruchak interrupted the milling hammer rudely.

I have to say that he was quite foresighted, knowing that the words from the devil's mouth would only make him unhappy.

Gruchak's feet were stimulating earthquakes!

This guy's understanding of the skill of earthquake is not quite right...

When General Quarkak taught the young barbarians, the skill of earthquake was to use anger to communicate with the power of the earth to attack the enemy.

But for Gluchak, earthquake means "stomping your feet with the greatest force, making the ground tremble under the force."

As for the effect... the two are similar.

Anyway, the ground cracks and magma emerges.

It's just that when others use earthquake, the lethality is fixed.

When Gluchak uses earthquake, the lethality depends on where he steps and how much force he uses...

"Gaba~"

Another leg of the milling hammer is broken.

Gluchak stepped on his thigh...

"I remember that the thumper seems to be a means of transportation for demons?

Why do you want to be special for your milling hammer? There is not even another demon on your back?"

Gluchak sprayed sarcastically and watched the place where the milling hammer was stepped on cracked.

Then magma came out of the cracks...

"I told you, as long as your muscles are strong enough, you can have anything you want.

Don't keep staring at me and talking nonsense. Look, can you make magma come out of the body of the grinder?"

Gruchak said to Mokot arrogantly.

"I can't, but I think this is an accident."

Mokot said unhappily.

When you meet a fool, you should just go along with him.

It is probably impossible to reason with a fool.

And the thumper race, like the hell host, is actually a means of transportation for the Burning Hell.

The thumper is a car, and the hell host is a subway...

It has to be said that in terms of public transportation, the Burning Hell is much better than the Sanctuary.

And these means of transportation are basically free, although only demons can ride.

And the grinder...you can think of him as a unique limited edition luxury car of the Burning Hell...

Although this luxury car is also considered a high-level combat power among demons.

"Who am I carrying on my back?

You can guess!

Maybe it will be a surprise!"

The millstone made a cruel sound.

"I don't like guessing riddles!"

Gruchak punched him on the head.

"Hamelin has been solved, right? At that time, I only sensed the breath of these two demons.

There were only two legendary demons present at that time."

Mocot said slowly as the millstone began to turn into dust bit by bit.

Gruchak was able to end the battle so easily because of Mocot's previous battle.

But Mocot didn't care who should get the glory of this battle, as long as he could kill the demon.

"The more powerful people are, the more expensive cars they drive.

This is what I heard from Jessica and others on the Holy Mountain.

Although Hammerlin's big rat is stronger than the millstone, it is not yet at the point where it can ride in this luxury sports car, right?"

Gruchak scratched his head and felt the abundant power in his body and said.

What he said made some sense, but it was not an absolute thing for humans.

Jessica's knowledge has not reached the level of the wealthy class of humans...

But it is obvious that Bul-Katho provided the power for him to come here not just to deal with a half-dead millstone.

Although Gruchak himself may not be aware of this.