$774 A Rough Fight Is Not Easy

The heavy blade in Lakanos's hand was filled with black air.

These were just some signs of his preparation for battle.

It was just like the anger of a barbarian would turn into rage in a rage.

Not only would the anger of a barbarian leave marks on the surface of his body, but other Nephalem would also do the same.

It was just that the differences in the performance of other Nephalem would be slightly more subtle.

The inner strength of a monk would rarely show, but it could be seen from their mental state.

After the inner strength surged to a certain extent, the will of the monks would affect the world around them.

It would produce a feeling of distorting the surrounding space.

For a demon hunter, after the energy was pushed to the limit, the killing intent would gradually take shape.

This was also the preliminary preparation for their revenge state.

Except for the necromancer, all Nephalem's transformation forms were not available at any time and anywhere.

Instead, some other conditions were required.

For example, the barbarian needed anger!

But at this time, Gruchak was angry enough.

His muscles began to swell again, and two small horns emerged from his head.

Compared to the ferocious horns of Bul-Kathos and Sonya in the Berserker's Rage state, Gruchak looked a little cute.

But the more exaggerated muscles than before made him look more like a demon from the Burning Hell.

"Can you transform?"

Lakanos had no special feelings about Gruchak's transformation.

It's not like he had never seen the Berserker's Rage posture of a barbarian.

Lakanos just didn't expect that Gruchak, whose legend was filled with muscles, could use the Berserker's Rage.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

After spitting, Gruchak walked directly towards Raknos.

The distance between the two was not far, only a dozen steps.

Gruchak walked out with a feeling of being in another world!

The huge body like a meat mountain was full of anger, and walked towards Raknos who was holding two heavy blades.

The fat on his face was about to squeeze his eyes out of sight.

"Killing you doesn't make any sense.

After all, even if you die, no one will feel despair.

That's meaningless.

It would be more meaningful to me if I could kill Bul-Kathos.

How many barbarians who have lost the Immortal King will feel the existence of despair?"

Rakanos looked at Gruchak walking towards him, his eyes flickering.

He didn't lie, this was his true thought.

But Te also knew that he was no match for Bul-Kathos.

"You only know your own situation.

Despair?

If I were to say, when you collect and spread despair, don't think about so many weird things!

Even when there are countless despair around you that you can collect, you still want to attack Nephalem?

Are you stupid?"

Gruchak has walked in front of Rakanos.

After saying this, he kicked Rakanos in the waist.

Jump, then catch the power of the jump and kick.

This is a wire flying kick!

In a battle between people, a blow of this magnitude is enough to end the battle.

But in a battle between people and demons, this is probably just the beginning.

The question of whether demons have vital points was once put on the table of the mages of Xiansai Academy.

In the end, the answer the mages came up with was no.

The means of killing demons are basically to completely consume all the vitality of the opponent.

So attacking the seemingly weak position can only affect the combat effectiveness of the demons.

And it will not let them die directly.

"Bang!"

Lakanos rolled on the ground twice.

Even a guy of his large body could not bear the power of Gruchak.

"But I am a demon, demons attacking demons?

Although it is not impossible, it is just dividing up what the Burning Hell has given us a long time ago.

And the Nephalem are completely unfamiliar interests to the Burning Hell.

If it were you, what would you choose?"

Lakanos seemed to be unconcerned about his previous embarrassing roll.

Slowly stood up again, and then casually brushed off the non-existent dust.

The Despair Plain is endless, but now only despair exists.

Even dust has gradually become something that cannot be found.

"Gruchak, what are you fighting for?

Where is your life going?

What is the meaning of your existence to this world?"

Rakanos looked at Gruchak who was walking towards him again and said faintly.

These demons who are good at corrupting humans are like philosophers.

Perhaps they can't let the other party corrupt according to their needs if they don't fool them into fools.

This change is very ridiculous, but it is also very tragic for humans.

"Fighting to kill demons so that I can farm!

My life will only lead to death, and I am even dead!

The meaning of my existence to this world is to kill you demons so that I can farm!"

Gruchak answered Rakanos's question word by word.

Then he stood in front of Lakanos again.

He stretched out his sturdy arm and directly pinched Lakanos' wrist!

Although there was still a huge difference in height between the two.

But Gruchak and Lakanos looked at each other at this moment.

Lakanos' eyes were full of interest, while Gruchak's eyes were cold and ruthless.

In this eye contact, the barbarian seemed to have exchanged identities with the devil.

The next moment, blood burst out of Gruchak's body!

Lakanos's heavy blade cut across Gruchak's chest, tearing a hideous hole in the very strong muscles!

And Gruchak still pinched one of Lakanos's arms, almost ignoring the wound on his chest!

Gruchak knew very well what kind of enemy he was facing.

Lakanos, the King of Despair, was not like the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, who used his own authority as the core of the battle.

This guy can be said to be the most skilled demon in physical attack in the Burning Hell!

Even Diablo's strong body could not remain unscathed when facing Lacanos's slash!

"Gaz~"

The wrist of Lacanos held by Gruchak made a sound like squeezing juice.

The wrist had shrunk and shrunken!

Under Gruchak's huge power, the heavy blade in one of Lacanos's hands fell to the ground!

"Hu~"

The heavy blade whistled through the air.

Gruchak bent down to avoid the blow.

He did not do anything deliberately, he just bent down to pick up his opponent's weapon.

At the beginning, Gruchak said that he planned to borrow Lacanos' weapon.

Gruchak was a very arrogant barbarian, and he also liked to fight with bare hands and muscle strength.

But Gruchak was not a guy like Cassius and Kotur who swore an oath to his own fighting style.

Gruchak did not use weapons before just because he felt it was unnecessary.

Now, when facing Lakanos! Gu

Let a barbarian give up his weapon to fight?

Stop it, Gruchak is not Volusk who forged gloves for himself to beat people!

"I seem to have seen this thing somewhere?"

Gruchak took Lakanos's heavy blade and looked up at Lakanos.

There was a teasing look in his eyes.

"Of course you have seen it, this is not my original weapon.

It's just that I was deceived in the battle with Billy.

You picked up the broken part with the handle."

Lakanos said with a cruel smile in his eyes.

"Oh, I remember.

The certificate of shame, right?

I said that even if the thing was broken in half, it was still a two-handed heavy weapon for the barbarians.

What kind of animal can use the original weapon.

It turned out to be you."

Gruchak said with a smile.

Then both sides chopped the heavy blades in their hands towards each other!

"Boom!"

A huge collision sound!

It was just like the sound made by Kara Xingmu when he was practicing the Golden Bell Break with the legendary sword of the Hall Incense Candle.

The sound has turned into a shock wave and began to spread.

If there are other demons in the current Despair Plain, they will definitely be damaged in this impact.

Gruchak took two steps back, leaving two deep footprints on the ground.

And Lakanos just leaned back a little, and immediately stabilized his body.

"Being big is an advantage. It would be great if I could become bigger than you.

In that case, you would have retreated in the collision just now!"

Gruchak took two steps forward again.

Then he placed the heavy blade in his hand behind him!

He was ready to do it again!

He had said before that he wanted to have a hearty fight with Lakanos!

"Big is not necessarily a good thing.

By the way, among you barbarians, except for Bulkathos, has anyone seen the real body of the Hell King of Beler?"

Rakanos chatted in the most ordinary tone.

The heavy blade in his hand was also raised high.

This time, both sides planned to change the direction of the clash.

Rakanos looked like he was going to hammer a nail, while Gluchak looked like he was playing golf?

"Boom!"

Another collision!

Emitted a shock wave that was even more exaggerated than before!

The ground was directly opened up, and in the Plain of Despair, this shock wave brought dust to this place where there was nothing but despair.

"Gluchak, do you want to eat two more bites of meat?"

Rakanos said while rolling on the ground like a gourd.

"Then no need, I'll eat two, and the rest will be all yours!"

Gluchak said while trying to climb out of the big hole on the ground.

Rakanos frowned when he heard this.

Although there seems to be nothing wrong with this, Lacanos always feels that he has suddenly become several generations younger and has become younger all of a sudden. ①

"Let's get back to the previous topic.

You humans should not be able to distinguish between the real body and the fake body of Bilie.

Do you think he is real when he is big or when he is small?"

Lakanos also stopped rolling and walked towards Gruchak step by step.

"I guess both of them are fake.

How can he, the King of Lies, be bigger than the three demon gods?

If I were that big, I would ask Burkaso to forge a fly swatter for me and kill you all with one swatter!"

Gruchak said as he looked at the heavy blade in his hand.

He did not find any cracks on the heavy blade.

Obviously, this thing is much stronger than Gruchak imagined.

"Bile was able to break my weapon not because my weapon was of poor quality.

It was because he said that my weapon was broken, and I believed it."

Lakanos twisted his upper body while speaking, making himself like a wound spring.

This way, he can use more power in the next swing.

"You believe what he says! Do you believe me when I say I am your grandfather!"

Gruchak pouted and twisted his body like Lakanos.

Grushak would never give in to such a head-on collision.

"Hahaha~ That's right! You guys are really not fooled by your superstition about muscles.

But if he says he also has strong muscles, you will definitely believe it!"

Lakanos laughed loudly, and even the process of charging the heavy blade in his hand was interrupted.

Then, Lakanos was cut in the chest by the heavy blade and fell directly to the ground.

"You deserve to be deceived!

You can say anything during the battle, but you don't understand the principle of not being distracted?

That's it? Is this the level of the King of Despair?"

Grushak said with a roll of his eyes.

For things like mutual slashing, since they have made an agreement, Grushak will not betray it.

But both sides have started to charge, and you suddenly stop?

Aren't you afraid of hurting your waist by doing this?

Grushak cherishes his body very much.

Not only muscles, but also bones.

So he can accept being injured by his opponent in battle, but he will never let himself get injured because of misusing his strength.

"Yeah, it's my fault.

Then continue!"

Rakanos stood up again with a little effort, and then once again assumed the same clockwork-like posture as before.

Gruchak just rolled his eyes and twisted his body.

But the moment he turned around, Rakanos's heavy blade had already chopped up!

Of course, the power this time was not at its peak.

But it was more than enough to just cut open the body of a Nephalem.

For demons, as long as they are not the level of the Three Demon Gods, it is impossible to get rid of the influence of the Burning Hell.

In other words, only the Three Demon Gods have the power to choose their own way of existence in the Burning Hell.

Only they can think in a completely self-centered way.

Rakanos?

Even the King of Despair can't do this!

For most demons in the Burning Hell, meanness is the best pass!

"Son of a bitch, I knew your grandson wouldn't be honest!"

Gruchak cursed angrily while swinging the heavy blade in his hand and chopped up!

Gruchak was superstitious about his muscles, but this had little to do with the wisdom of fighting.

Rakanos's actions did not exceed his expectations.

After all, when despair comes, it is always particularly despicable!

Another collision!

Gruchak turned into a rolling gourd and rolled away.

Rakanos's arm holding the heavy blade trembled, and a crack appeared on his shoulder that was born after the collision of forces!

In the relief of the chopping, Gruchak did not suffer much!