766 The Master of the Plains of Despair! Rakanos, the King of Despair!

In the kingdom of death, there is nothing exciting in the dark palace.

"Can you realize my idea?

Masaiel, you convinced me like this.

But I always doubt it."

The voice from the mouth of death echoed in this vast palace.

"Of course you should doubt. If you no longer doubt one day, then you will lose the meaning of your existence.

Forgive me for liking to tell it in this ambiguous way, because in the eyes of others, I am also the kind of wise and mysterious guy.

I can't let their speculation become meaningless.

Existing in the wise way of survival that everyone hopes for, this is my mercy."

Masaiel's voice sounded from the body of death.

The soul-stealing sickle casually hung on the waist of death was flashing a dark light.

"Then come and teach me to fight.

You don't need a death like a vase.

As for what Bul-Kathos needs me to do, I have done it."

Death said lazily.

What Bul-Kathos needs death to do from beginning to end is just to strip death from the body of the Archangel of Wisdom.

Now the Archangel of Wisdom is still the Archangel of Wisdom, but Death has also obtained the status of an Archangel.

No one can say anything about this result.

Even if Bul-Kathos appears in front of Death now, Death can say this.

"So what you have to do now will be what I want you to do.

What if I say that I need you to stand in front of Bul-Kathos and fight him at the right time?

At least take away that life from him.

Life itself is a miracle, and miracles only need to exist to complete all the meanings given to miracles.

Bul-Kathos has already existed, and his light will go out little by little at the right time.

I just need you to blow away the ashes after he burns out in the wind."

The voice of the Angel of Death was gentle and bewitching.

Death was silent about this.

Malsail did not speak, but just quietly waited for Death to think until Death gave the answer he needed.

"I will not appear on the front battlefield, you know.

Even you could not defeat that powerful warrior in the frontal battle.

And I know almost nothing about fighting."

Death said this after a long time.

Masail's chuckle was heard in the air.

Death had agreed.

Her condition was that she didn't have to stand on the front battlefield.

Masail got the answer she wanted. Death would complete her mission as long as she was willing to completely extinguish the miracle of life after he defeated Bul-Kathos.

"I don't even mind you telling other people these words.

I don't care if Bul-Kathos knows that you made such a decision.

Because he won't care.

He and I both believe that we are the ones who will win in the end.

So, it's enough to just start fighting in this world."

Masail said this, as if to comfort the uneasy Death.

Death was indeed uneasy, although she only fought with Bul-Kathos a little at the beginning.

But the pressure brought to her by that battle still existed.

"There is another thing I am a little concerned about.

Masail, what did you do to Thanos?"

Death bypassed the previous topic and asked about Thanos.

Although Thanos often does not make Death happy, it is not right to say that Death is no different to Thanos.

"I gave him the qualification to stand in front of you.

Also, I gave him a selfish desire in addition to being selfless."

Masail gave his answer after a moment of hesitation.

The Reaper of Souls emitted a gray light.

"That's enough. Everyone who wants to use Thanos underestimates him. He may be more difficult to deal with than you think."

"I know, so this is not an exploitation, but a transaction."

A smile can be heard in Masail's voice.

Is there kindness and mercy in the heart of the Angel of Death?

Maybe, after all, he is an angel...

...

In Gruchak's domain, Lucien is now only one last bit of strength away from extinction.

As long as this guy disappears from this world, Ozil will never have a chance to return.

"It's great..."

Lucien's voice was a bit illusory, but Gruchak could hear a sense of relief from it.

"What?"

Gruchak paused for a moment, delaying Lucien's demise.

But Lucien couldn't seize this opportunity. When it was difficult to even survive, Lucien wouldn't think too much.

"I suddenly realized why Masail asked me to return.

Although I hate Masail and the feeling of being used by him.

But there is one thing you all guessed wrong!

His real purpose is not to be defeated by you easily.

But to be more powerful than me.

But it was too late. The things that permeated this world were enough for him to return.

It was really interesting. I never thought that I would become the nourishment for his return one day.

But this world, ah, has turned into a vast and boundless plain in countless disasters.

It was really unexpected. How did Masail do it... "

Lucien said this, and then disappeared in the hands of Gruchak.

After figuring out Masail's calculations against him, Lucien also lost the meaning of persisting.

It seems that there is not much to regret about complete extinction.

Before Lucien disappeared, the only thing in his mind was the angry fist he saw when he died last time.

Uldyssian, it's really interesting!

"I swear I have no intention of saving this demon from you.

Really, please believe me a little. "

Constantine smiled awkwardly and approached Grushak.

"I just want to ask what that guy meant..."

Constantine took out a cigarette of his favorite brand, Silka, from his pocket with a flattering smile, and put it respectfully into Grushak's mouth.

Then he lit the lighter in a very servile manner and helped Grushak light the cigarette.

"What does it mean?

He means that we and the world are going to be in big trouble."

Grushak said after trying to take a deep breath.

Then he waved to Mokot.

"You bastard, am I the first person you want to knock down at this time?"

Mokot walked up to Grushak with a curse, and the Mercy in his hand was clenched tighter.

"Sometimes I wonder who is from the Tagus tribe between you and me. Aren't you born in the Storm Tribe? "

Gruchak laughed, and it was a very hearty laugh.

"Yeah, but I have been hanging out with you guys for too long.

From the time I was alive to the time I die, I always stay with the bastards of the Tagus tribe.

It's always like this, every day I am with guys like you.

So I used to be taciturn. "

Mokot reached out and took the half-burned cigarette from Gruchak's mouth.

Then he put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Let's get started, seriously.

It's not that I don't want to see the future built by Bul-Kathos, but I really don't plan to continue to persevere.

Gruchak, I want to ask you now, are you ready?

If there is anyone under the devil of hell who can really defeat you, I'm afraid it's that guy.

And now, you are just an ancestor spirit, and he still exists.

I never thought that the revival of that guy was actually led by Masail.

It's really, ridiculous! "

Gruchak threw the cigarette, which had burned out and only the butt was left, on the ground.

At this time, Mokot's somewhat old face finally had a little more relief.

"Wasn't it like this before?

Archangels and demons can't tolerate our existence.

At this time, the appearance of that guy may be the best opportunity.

Those who can defeat him can't make a move, so it has to be handed over to me. "

Gruchak looked at the eyeball in his hand that no longer had Lucien's soul.

Then he clenched his hands with a contemptuous smile and crushed the amber-like eyeball here.

The debris was like dust, and the creaking sound when it broke was like a vicious curse.

"After all, only you understand despair, and only you can turn a blind eye to despair.

When the moment of your death came, you were completely surrounded by despair.

Unexpectedly, you had the opportunity to stand in front of that guy only after you died, but this time I won't accompany you to face it. "

Mokot smiled.

Then he extended his hand to Grushak.

"Excuse me, but who is that guy you are talking about?"

Constantine suddenly squeezed in between Mokot and Grushak and asked loudly.

His eyes were full of curiosity, and perhaps some unknown calculations.

"Lacanos, the King of Despair.

The king who was not included in the Seven Demon Kings.

He is also the only demon who is qualified to wear the crown on his head besides the Seven Demon Kings. "

Mokot said in the calmest tone.

Then he pushed Constantine aside from between him and Gruchak.

Rakanos, the Lord of Despair, the master of the Plains of Despair in the Burning Hell.

Once Izual's jailer, Inarius's torturer.

A demon serving Andariel.

There are different opinions on whether Rakanos is as strong as the seven demon kings.

But Rakanos is definitely stronger than Izual and Ozil, and no one will question this.

When Izual was captured by the demon kings of hell, he was placed in the Plains of Despair without any discussion.

And Rakanos, without any pressure, crushed Izual, who had never given up resistance.

Even after Izual became a frozen demon, Rakanos could still easily defeat Izual.

And the existence of Rakanos is also an important driving force for Izual's corruption.

Despair, a terrible power!

Even Diablo could not command Izual.

When the Great Demon arrived at the High Heaven, Lakanos appeared in the Crystal Sky Corridor.

No one knew when he arrived there.

No one knew why Lakanos, who had never left the Despair Plain before, would leave the Despair Plain.

Perhaps he saw the real despair in the High Heaven at that time, so he appeared there with great enthusiasm...

It is said that every desperate existence can see the figure of Lakanos at the end of his life.

And among the Nephalem, there may be no existence who has tasted the taste of despair for a longer time than Gruchak.

"Send me away, I have entrusted everything I have.

He has passed my inspection and is trustworthy."

Mokot said to Gruchak a little anxiously.

"Really, who spread the rumor?

I have never liked to carry the coffins of those legends to the funeral."

Gruchak sighed, then stretched out his hand that had not yet cleaned the ashes and tightly grasped Mokot's hand.

Between the two ancestors, bursts of light flickered.

From Gruchak's body, the pair of wings of light that burned like flames slowly opened.

The flame-like light wrapped around Mokot's body and turned into a coffin with shining light.

Mokot's hand loosened at some point.

Mokot's face was kind with his eyes closed.

The originally strong body was withering and becoming shriveled.

On the coffin formed by the power of courage, a golden cup was slowly filled with blood.

That was everything that belonged to Mokot, the blood of Nephalem, a barbarian who had compassion but had to remind himself to give up compassion.

"Boy, drink it!"

Gruchak glared at Constantine who was about to reach out, and then stared at Rumlow with an ugly look in his eyes and said.

"This is the decision that Mokot has made since he chose to stay with you!

You'd better not waste time!

If Lacanos comes quickly, the world should have started to face panic now."

Gruchak's urging was very anxious.

Rumlow put away his sad expression, then stretched out his hands and held the cup of blood!

His hands were shaking a little, but fortunately not even a drop of blood was spilled.

The shaking hands put the golden cup in front of him, and then raised his head!

"Okay kid!

You are now truly qualified to succeed Talek.

The bloodline of the Storm Tribe... is ridiculous."

Gruchak's words were not known to whom.

Rumlow fell straight to the ground after drinking the blood!

He was still breathing!

Then Gruchak set his sights on Constantine and Dr. Reed.

"I might be a little rough.

You guys bear with it for a while!

I'm in a hurry to face Lacanos."

Gruchak smiled!

The next moment, a huge force like a tidal wave acted on Constantine and Dr. Reed!

After that, the realm of power faith was opened!

In this battle, there was only one person standing at the end!

That was Gluchak!

Just like in the past, he did not lose to anyone other than himself!