"When I inherited the name of my ancestors - Bulcaisso, I refused to be called the Immortal King. The barbarians had long lost their homes under the attack of hell, so how can I be called the Immortal King?
The sacred mountain of Harrogath was shattered before the legions of hell, and Sescheron Fortress became the residence of demons.
Even if I cut off Diavolo's disgusting head with my own hands, the lost compatriots have already followed their ancestors.
Among the barbarians who have been torn by war, I am the only one left, and the armor on my body is no longer strong enough for swords.
Malthael, you are right, no one can defeat death! But barbarians never retreat!
I! Bulcaisel! I will stick to my oath! I will always pour out my endless anger on you!"
Bulcaisel's voice changed from a low whisper at the beginning to a loud roar at the end, and then he let out a huge war cry and rushed towards Malthael, the angel who represented death.
The messy blond hair lost all its luster in the face of death and gradually became dry and pale.
"Barbarians are never afraid!" Bulcaisso roared and at the same time, he stepped heavily on the ground with his feet, and his body rose into the air like a cannonball!
Then he fell brazenly towards Malthael, the symbol of death who had defeated Tyrael and absorbed the power of the demon kings in the soul stone!
The two heavy swords in his hands were aimed at Malthael's head, whose expression was unclear under his hood!
Jump chop!
This is a fighting skill Bulcaisel inherited from his ancestors. It was this blow that finally harvested the head of Diavolo, who became the Great Demon God.
But this time was different. He knew very well that facing Malthael would only lead to death. Because he did not have the power to fight against death.
After all, this is not a battle in the Chaos Fortress where the Nephalem gather all their strength to fight Malthael according to the storyline.
He - Bulcaisel! is not a native barbarian, he was originally just an ordinary Diablo III player.
When I was watching the new season of Diablo III at home, I dreamed of defeating those power warriors with my liver strength and climbing to the top of the ladder. In the end, my liver energy degenerated from liver energy to the third stage of liver power, and I passed out on the computer.
Before.
When he woke up, he became a glorious barbarian warrior, but his name was the ID he randomly picked up at the time - shirtless and tied.
Fortunately, there is no such thing as a tie in the world of Diablo, but this cannot avoid his embarrassment.
Because the name "shirtless" is equally unpleasant.
He wanted to change his name, but was not recognized. The reason was that the birth of every barbarian was the blessing of his ancestors, and the name was a divine gift.
In order to get rid of this ridiculous name, he had to go to the battlefield with the hand ax and a broken wooden shield that came with the new barbarian.
Bravery and the blood of demons brought the glory of victory. He was the only winner in the battle when the holy mountain of Harrogath was occupied by demons.
In the battle where Sescheron Fortress was completely slaughtered, he fought hard until all he could see was the flesh and blood of demons and barbarian warriors. In the end, he was the only one left standing there.
He gained honor and victory, and finally got rid of the name shirtless and tie, although at this time he no longer cared about such things.
His bravery and strength were recognized by his ancestors, and he inherited the name of the most powerful barbarian among his ancestors-Bulkessor.
Just as he was preparing to rebuild the long-awaited new home of all barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogath, Malthael, who had taken away the Dark Soul Stone, appeared in front of him.
At this time, neither Karaxum, the powerful monk from the Sky Temple, nor Sonya, a young barbarian warrior, was with him. Instead, he was accompanied by Li Min, the mage with whom he had always had trouble dealing with, in New Tristram.
The remaining demons were wiped out in the vicinity.
Barbarians hate magic because they were harmed by magic more than once back then. Until now, barbarians have strong magic resistance.
Even so, Bulcaisel still didn't like magic, although the elders among the barbarians seemed to be able to use the power of magic.
Nazbo, the witch doctor with bent legs and taller than ordinary people, should be tinkering with his voodoo in an invisible place, and the beautiful but always hooded demon hunter Vera should also be polishing it in the Avengers camp.
Throwing knives.
As for the Crusader Johanna, I heard that she is helping the angels in the high heaven to repair the buildings destroyed by the war.
As for those gloomy necromancers, Bulcaisel knew almost nothing about them.
Malthael's sudden arrival turned this area into a pasture of death. The fellow barbarians who responded to Bulqessor's call quickly turned into gravel in the face of death, dissipated in the wind, and then sprinkled on Harold
Above the everlasting white snow on the sacred mountain of Gas.
"Mathael! You can't get anything from a barbarian but a sword!"
Bulcaisu roared with red eyes, and slashed his swords hard at the archangel who once represented wisdom!
"I've got it, I've got death!" Malthael's voice was hoarse and low. He held the Soul Reaper with cold light in his hand and raised it above his head, facing Bulcaisuo's double swords!
The dark and cold light shines on the evil sickle, and the angry red light on the two swords filled with anger is rising!
The moment the roar sounded, the power of Bulcaisuo's double swords was like the toppling of the sacred mountain of Hagaroth, which staggered Malthael.
But as Malthael said, no one can stop death.
The two swords hit the ground heavily, leaving a deep pit, the ground was sunken, and the walls around the pit locked the two of them in a gladiatorial arena.
Before Bulcasso had time to adjust his posture, the gray-black mist silently enveloped him who had just landed. Bulcasso, who had never felt weak since he set foot on the battlefield, was weak in Lian's hand in an instant.
I can almost lose my grip on both swords.
"The Nephalem will definitely stop you." The arrogance ignited by anger in Bul-Katho's body was gradually dissipating with his body's weakness, and finally returned to calm!
But the barbarian's anger will never subside until the moment of death. Now Bulcaisel's round eyes are still shining with a fierce fire, as if everything will be burned up at any time.
"It's a pity that as a Nephalem, you didn't do this." Malthael was still hiding under the hood, speaking plainly as if he was telling a destined event.
"XIA!" Bulcaisel let out his last war cry, condensing all his anger and concentrating it on his hands!
The most powerful power he possesses, who inherited the name Bulkatho, does not come from the charge and power of the earth passed down by the ancestor of the Bull Tribe named Leko, nor does it come from the second generation immortal king Volusk.
The power of ancestors!
Rather, it is the origin of Bul-Katho's twin swords, represented by the Wasteland suit, which comes from the power of nature and fury of the Storm Tribe!
According to legend from the Storm and Raptor tribe, the power of natural storms, accompanied by the endless fury of the barbarians, is setting off a hurricane that can destroy everything!
A whirlwind was generated from Bulcaisel's swords, blowing away the thick mist of death.
Bulcaisel's double swords passed over his head, and along with his waist and footsteps, he poured the endless fury of the barbarian towards Malthael!
"Whirlwind!"
Whirlwind is a technique that can be used infinitely. As long as the barbarian's anger does not dissipate, this power will never stop.
Bulcasso's body danced with the two swords, lightning flashed and thundered in the storm, and the whirlwind generated countless sickles and weasels that spread around. The red light on Bulcasso's body ignited again, which was the most real anger.
appear.
The storm is a gift from the power of nature. Driven by anger, bursts of thunder erupted in the storm.
Malthael once again picked up the Soul Reaper, and a red gem in his body was emitting a heart-stopping red light.
"Children of angels and demons, you have to know that everything with demon blood will be given death in advance by me."
Malthael's hoarse voice spoke these words, and with them came a death that was fair to all things.
Death's gift will neither be more nor less, and everything in existence will receive its fair gift. It's just that death is in Malthael's hands, and Malthael decided to give this fair gift in advance.
"I will let you experience death with your own eyes!" Bulcaisel's body crashed into Malthael's arms with the storm and thunder, and his two swords slashed at the dark heart containing the power of the Great Demon God in no particular order.
On the soul stone.
With a "boom", the Dark Soul Stone was ignited in the barbarian's endless rage, and then detonated!
An unprecedented explosion occurred on the holy mountain of Harrogas. The entire snow-capped mountain disappeared with the explosion. Finally, the mountain turned into a plain. In its original position, only the man whose coat was damaged looked a little embarrassed.
Malthael and his endless legion of Soul Reavers are coming—and the fragments of the Dark Soulstone!
Bulkatho's final attack caused the Dark Soul Stone to be shattered, and the power of the demon kings in it had been completely absorbed by Malthael. At this moment, he was no longer a simple angel of death, nor was he a container for the rebirth of the demon kings.
. Instead, it turned into a state where demons and angels coexist, or Malthael became a Nephalem!
This chapter has been completed!