The Seven Demon Kings of Hell are actually just a somewhat weak collective term.
For humans, the seven demon kings are equally full of dangers. After all, there are not many beings who have the ability to say no to the seven demon kings.
Andariel seems to be the least ambitious of the seven demon kings, just like the big insect Duriel, who is simply satisfying his own hobbies hidden deep in his soul.
But this does not mean that they do not have any city government.
“Andariel, you will say that before I find a way to devour you.”
When Bulcaisso said this, he touched the tattoo on his chest with his hand and his tone was very stern.
You can even feel the cruelty coming from the blood of demons.
“You have never been the existence we feared the most, Bulcaisuo. You have lost the nobility of your soul. What is the difference between you and a killing machine now?
You don’t even scare me more than that guy Volusk, not even as much as that brainless fool Cassius.”
There was disdain in Andariel's voice, and Azmodan, who was also imprisoned in the Dark Soul Stone, had some changes in his view of Andariel.
“You don’t have any hobbies, you just like strong liquor because it can give you a sting.
You have no hope, not even desire, and no ambition.
Burkeso, tell me what is the meaning of your existence? Is it just noble devotion?
You are like a body without a self, and you made this choice just because you heard the instigation of those archangels.
Compared with the actions of those archangels, what is the difference between our actions?”
Andalil stated his views on all this with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Burkeso can even think of Andariel's disgusting body full of charm, tying her hair, and a beautiful expression with cruelty and viciousness exuding charm.
“I heard people’s wails and saw children’s tears.
I feel heartbreaking despair and hatred for you.
Andalil, you are a complete soul, but you have never had the opportunity to feel the sublimity of mankind!"
Burkeso said lightly.
This is what he means, but it is not the whole story.
"There is no difference between us and the Archangels. We have corrupted countless people, and they have only 'infected' the strongest among humans. In the end, you humans and the Nephalem will only serve as nourishment for the rules."
What Andariel said at this time made Azmodan silent in response.
Azmodan felt that it was time for him to consider a different way of dealing with Andariel.
What Andariel is showing now is beyond the understanding of Azmodan, the king of sin.
How much do the Seven Demon Kings of Hell know about each other? Although they have coexisted for a long time, they look at each other more with conspiracy.
Collaborative, but still hostile.
Every hell demon wants to become a great demon, but Diavolo has gone the furthest on this path.
“You mean Rathma is beyond your control? Or is Bulkesso the same?”
Burkeso unscrewed the seal of the wine bottle and took a swig of it.
The quality of the spirits? Bulquesso doesn't care about that.
As for the tingling sensation, Andalil is right.
He just likes the tingling sensation.
Gaining power never comes without a price.
As the price for surpassing Cassius' mastery of ignoring pain, feeling is very slow for Bulcaisel.
So he has no requirements for the taste of food, and the sense of taste is just a powerful sacrifice to Bulkesso itself.
He had no feeling at all about Andalil's seductive words.
On the contrary, he paid attention to different things, such as Andariel's avoidance of talking about Rathma.
“Rathma wants to awaken her mother. How do you think Lilith, the mother we share with the Nephalem, will treat Malthael?”
“Malthael will teach Lilith the meaning of death.”
Burkeso is going to end this conversation. Language often seems empty.
As a bridge of communication, language is only useful when two parties need to communicate.
And now Bulcaisel has no intention of getting to know the Demon King of Hell.
“Hehehe~ Bulcaisel, I thought you were not as unambitious as I thought, or that your ambition is not comparable to that of Volusk.”
Andalil left a string of laughter like silver bells.
Who would dedicate himself so noblely or even be willing to lose himself?
hero?
Andalil has seen too many heroes in her life, but none of them are as determined as Bulcaisel.
A hero without ambition, or in other words, without purpose, will not be as determined as Bulcasso.
“Ambition? Maybe so. But before that I have to give you a destination!”
Burkatho roared rudely, and Bulkatho's voice could be heard everywhere on the Holy Mountain, a sound that was like tongues of fire in a furnace, constantly devouring.
“Bulkeso!”
Leoric's voice sounded at the right time, and the Skeleton King's burly skeleton appeared in front of Bulcasso.
Craig has obtained the memory that belongs to Karasim, and now Skeleton King is no longer entangled.
The way Bulcaisel behaves now seems to be the same as when he was driven crazy by Diavolo.
So he is worried.
“Leorric, I’m glad to see you standing here.”
Burkeso said to Leoric expressionlessly.
He kept rubbing the mouth of the wine bottle with his hand, and his rough fingers made an unpleasant sound on the glass bottle mouth.
“Although you will not be as defenseless as I am to the persecution of the Demon King of Hell, you are already standing on the edge of danger.”
“I’m sorry about Leia. Leoric.”
Burkeso finally had the opportunity to say this to Leoric.
“Bulkesso, tell me about my granddaughter. I think she must be an upright child like Aidan.”
Leoric let out a long exhalation.
Although he no longer has the conditions to exhale, the lament from his soul still makes everyone feel his regret.
“Lea, she is very kind. Kinder than me, better than Kane, even better than Auriel.”
Burkeso organized the words and sat directly on the ground.
He sat directly on the ground in the snow on the Holy Mountain, and his whole body sank into the snow.
“But you know, Leah has no one to guide her in gaining strength, even though she is a powerful warrior in the eyes of ordinary people.
But compared to the Demon King of Hell, it is far behind.
She never complained, not even when she watched Kane's body turn to ashes in the flames."
Burkeso spoke slowly.
At that time, when Bulqueso met Leah, Sonya and Li Min were already with Leah.
The monk Karasim is like a guide, constantly helping Leah.
"Leoric, you know. Human kingdoms are always changing, and there are only a few ways to gain power that are truly inherited. Before Canduras, the Dark Kingdom was also destroyed.
.
There are only a few ways that are the most stable ways to become stronger.”
Bulcaisel's words silenced Leoric.
Whether it’s the destroyed kingdoms or the wanderers.
There are also extremely powerful warriors among them.
But except for those professions and ethnic groups represented by the first generation Nephalem, there is no longer a way to become stronger stably.
Leoric is very strong, there is no doubt about it.
Before he became the Skeleton King, he was still a powerful warrior enough to make the Demon King of Hell face him.
It's even hard to say whether Leoric is stronger alive or as Skeletor.
But that is not a road to be strong with benchmarks.
"When I was alive... forget it. It seems that you don't want to talk about the past with me. Bulcaisel, your long life has allowed you to witness the rise and fall of Khanduras. Those are not legends to you, but
The past.”
Leoric's empty eyes flashed with a faint blue light.
That is the soul of Skeleton King.
He exists, so this skeleton can be as clean as new.
“That was yesterday! Leoric!”
Burkeso roared a little uncontrollably.
The ancestors not far away are silently paying attention to everything happening here.
For the immortal Nephalem, many things happened yesterday.
Leiko clasped her hands on her chest and lowered her head.
She felt some discomfort in her throat, but she didn't think of clearing her throat.
Just "yesterday", she lost her lover.
That is enough to be unforgettable.
So Leiko believed in fate and even received the favor of Israel.
“Bulkess, you are the courage of the barbarians.”
Talik appeared next to Bulkatho, and put his thick arm on Bulkatho's shoulder.
“You are the king of the barbarians, but you don’t seem to be that competent. You are the only king among the barbarian leaders in the past who has made the barbarians a rare group.”
Madoc planted his ax on the ground and rubbed his chin with one hand as he spoke.
“But you are also the most noble king, but you are less selfish.”
Colik stood beside the Skeleton King and patted Leoric's shoulder casually.
The three ancestors are not the predecessors of Bulcasso, they are partners.
Grow together and fight together until the moment of death.
So there are many things that only the three of them can say to Bulkesso.
“A king is not supposed to be a saint, Bulcasso, but you are an exception.”
Worusk stood on the cliff in the distance and said quietly.
Without desire, there will be no possession.
Noble, that means not plundering.
Be kind and think that fighting is always the last option.
But only Bulcaisel, who is least like a king, is the king trusted by all barbarians.
“Bulkess, that’s really interesting.”
Azmodan finally found a chance to speak.
In his opinion, now is the best opportunity to corrupt Bulcaisel.
Having problems pointed out by familiar people can easily lead to evil.
Azmodan sensed a familiar scent. With some guidance, evil would spread.
People have always been like this, with negative emotions always emerging in endlessly.
So the King of Sin, Azmodan, is the most difficult demon king of hell to defeat.
“But I am the king of the barbarians! You should show some respect to the king!”
Bulcaisel ignored Azmodan's voice in his head.
He shouted loudly to the soul before him.
“No king does everything himself, Bulcaisel.”
Talik took out the Token of Shame and stuck it next to Mardoc's great axe.
Kelic also drew out his giant ax and stuck it on the ground.
Three huge heavy weapons are intertwined together, like a mountain peak.
“Woo~”
There was a rough sound of breaking through the air, and Volusk's gravel hammer landed heavily on the weapon mountain.
The Immortal King's gravel hammer is emitting a dazzling blood-red light.
The original legendary weapon carries the light of the soul of the person who shaped it.
The blood-red color is the soul of Volusk.
As the red light on the Immortal King's gravel hammer flashed.
The three legendary weapons, Proof of Shame, Madoc's Sorrow, and Bastion's Power, also began to shine.
Talik's evidence of shame is filled with gray regret, and his soul is gray with hope and pain.
Madoc's giant ax is emitting a faint blue light, which is sadness.
Madoc, the battle prophet, has always been sad because he knew the outcome of the battle, and his giant ax became a little rusty and full of depression.
Madoc, the rudest, was in utter sorrow.
Bastin's power exudes a warm firelight, but it only turns into a cool orange color in an instant, and is gradually changing towards incandescence.
Kelic's soul is full of cherishing life, warm but cruel.
His incomparable love for life filled him with rage in battle.
Fighting is ultimately fought to take away lives, so Korik's soul is the purest anger.
“Bulkess, you haven’t created a legend, have you?”
Leoric looked at the scene in front of him and asked with some confusion.
Burkeso has not really created his own legend, and no one knows what color his soul will be.
Perhaps Malthael knew this, because when he was fighting Bulkatho, the power of death would make him see different things.
“Legend is the strength you leave behind after the curtain falls.”
Bulkesso looked at the hill made up of several weapons, and casually took out the Oath Keeper and Mercy.
The two legendary weapons are radiating brilliance.
The Oathkeepers of Andacoolgas are gray with hatred.
Andacurgas killed his traitorous brother with his own hands. He had no mercy, only anger filled with hatred.
Morcott’s compassion exudes the green color full of love for life.
Mocott, who has no mercy for all sins and named his weapon "No Mercy", is the one who can't bear to watch his life pass away the most.
Some guys, as long as they live, they will make it impossible for others to live.
So even though he couldn't bear it, Mocott was trying to persuade himself not to show mercy.
“And I! Bulcaisel! It will never end!”
When Bulcaisso said these words, the entire sacred mountain of Harrogas was trembling.
“Tch, you were still called Guangguang at that time...forget it, it’s better not to spoil the fun.”
Halab, who was named the conqueror, was whispering not far away.
There was a smile on his face.
His whole body without shaping the legend into a weapon is constantly exuding black.
The conqueror is just a joke.
What did Hirab conquer?
He just had to plunder the few survival resources for the continuation of his tribe.
He just felt like a joke, full of sarcasm.
The conqueror was a pacifist, and what he wanted was for the war to end in the world. But so that the children in the tribe would not have to shiver naked in the cold wind.
He started an unjust war and suffered for it.
Yet he is called a conqueror.
At this moment, pure power began to spread from the Holy Mountain.
Pure, colorless power.
Only the trembling ground serves as evidence of the show of strength.
The power of the Holy Mountain pulled away the soul-colored legends of the ancestors and rushed towards Bulcaisuo.
The mixed colors turned into pure brilliance, which directly hit Bulcasso's forehead.
The scarlet brilliance and pure brilliance on the Dark Soul Stone knit together, and the light wings of courage began to emerge behind Bulcaisel.
The three forces began to conflict, and then rushed into Bulcasso's forehead.
"what have you done!"
Azmodan let out a miserable cry, and he was being strangled by several forces.
The pain that was like putting the soul in a millstone and constantly churning it made the king of sin begin to wail.
His wails reached the entire Holy Mountain.
The Dark Soul Stone's connection with the outside world has been forcibly opened by mixed forces. Only at this moment, the Dark Soul Stone is not that eternal prison.
“Okay, Azmodan, be a little more respectable. You are the Lord of Hell.”
Andalil's voice was full of pleasure, and everyone could feel the pleasure and distortion.
The King of Torment, Andariel finally found the feeling she had always wanted to find.
Pain!
Andalil kept torturing everything, from physical to mental, and she kept trying all kinds of terrible punishments.
Just to make your twisted soul feel pain.
Andalil is not complete.
As the child of Inarius and Lilith, she was originally supposed to become a Nephalem, just like Rathma.
But her birth was not smooth. She did not inherit the power of her angelic father, but completely inherited the magic power of Lilith.
The remnants of the angels left her soul incomplete, so she kept devouring the souls of the suffering ones in an attempt to make herself complete.
Andariel doesn’t expect to become a Nephalem, but at least she wants to become a complete demon.
Incompleteness is Andariel's pain. In order to be complete, Andariel constantly creates tragedies and develops torture.
Step by step, she ascended the throne of the Demon King of Hell, but she was not a complete demon after all.
“It’s a beautiful day today~the birds are singing~the flowers are blooming! A day like this, a child like you! Should burn in the flames of hell!”
Vida's figure suddenly appeared nearby, speaking in a singing tone.
The moment he finished speaking, the rich hatred in Vader's soul joined the collision of the three forces!
Hate!
Hate is Vader’s soul!
Hate for one’s own weakness! Hatred for one’s own weakness! Hatred for loss!
His lover was taken away by Azmodan, the king of evil, and then his lover's soul was broken into pieces by Andariel.
Before Vader died, he saw his lover’s broken corpse like a pile of rotten flesh!
Only one head is left, with twisted pain on it!
Just seeing a head, he understood how much torture his lover suffered before death!
What filled his soul with hatred was not the misery of his lover!
But those open eyes are full of hope for life!
Before his lover died, he was still full of hope for him!
She believed that Vader would make enough money to redeem her from the clutches of the Demon King of Hell!
“Die!”
Vida roared angrily, his eyes turning completely red.
The pupils continued to expand, turning into two deep holes from which the tears of the soul flowed!
"Azmodan! Andariel! Die! Die! Die!"
Vida’s roars became sharper and crazier every time!
The light of Kanai’s Box appears on Vader’s body!
This ancestor who is always doing nothing avoids the sight of others and gets Warusk's tacit approval!
Successfully came into contact with Kanai’s Box!
“Such a great artifact, you were finally used to do a great thing!”
Worusk stood high up and laughed wildly, his body trembling constantly.
Burkeso's sacrifice was something he witnessed.
Worusk is the Immortal King!
Before Bulcaisel succeeds, he will protect every barbarian!
Since Bulcaisel has made a contribution and chosen a noble sacrifice, then as the immortal king, he will not let a barbarian go crazy in pain!
Bulkesso’s plan is crazy, but Volusk is even crazier than Bulkesso!
He who dares to challenge the rules will not abide by his own rules like Bulkeso with a broken soul. He wants to be above everything else!
At this moment, Vader's power became the last straw in this struggle!
The entanglement of the three forces finally decided the winner!
The power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas poured into Bulcaisuo's forehead, and the Dark Soul Stone got rid of its red-to-black appearance and became brighter.
All the brilliance rushed into the dark soul stone on Bulkatho's head.
“I see, Volusk, I always thought your legendary wildness was just bragging! Haha!”
Leorric laughed loudly!
When he met Bulcaisso, when he and Bulcaisso reached an agreement.
He was disappointed with Volusk, the only two immortal kings in the legend.
Because at that time, Warusk was like a villain who tempted an ignorant boy to make sacrifices.
Not at all as heroic as the Immortal King should be.
But until now, he finally understood all of Warusk’s plans!
“It’s a pity that you have left that world now! If you can get the legends from those places in Xiansai Academy, Bulcaisuo can liberate his soul!
It’s a pity that all these changes are beyond your imagination!”
Leoric roared loudly, his white hair flying in the wind.
If Bulcaisel had not left his original world, the monks, crusaders, mages, witch doctors and the legends of the demon hunters could have completely crushed the souls of the six hell demons!
And turn these into nourishment for Bulcasso!
The part of the soul that is separated will become unprecedentedly powerful and become a great demon-like existence in the dark soul stone.
As long as he receives blessings and gifts from the archangels, Bulcaisuo will surely ascend to the high platform of the God of Creation.
“What a pity! What a pity! You still have Kanai’s Box! What a pity!”
Leoric looked at what was happening in front of him with regret.
The legends of the six major professions are enough to completely crush the souls of all hell demons except Diavolo!
Coupled with the divine power of Kanai's Box, these fragments will be integrated into Bulcasso's body without any hindrance!
The reason why Bulkesso inherited this glorious name is because Volusk had already thought about how to make him the greatest barbarian.
If everything goes according to Warusk's idea, then the current Bulkesso will be the strongest Bulkesso!
As for Bulcaisel, who has divided his own soul, he will not be afraid!
The fearless Bulcaisso is Diavolo’s biggest nemesis!
No fear, no confusion!
Even in the realm of fear, he will not be defeated by Diavolo!
Burketho could have become a god.
It’s a pity that the sudden appearance of Malthael ruined this opportunity!
The weapons of the barbarian ancestors turned into entities in the dark soul stone and pierced Azmodan's body heavily.
“Not even close! Not even close!”
Vida has gone crazy!
His hatred is the driving force that penetrates the soul of the Hell Demon.
This power is not enough to completely crush the two hell demons!
“Leiko! Give me your legend!”
Worusk shouted loudly!
Leiko, who was not far away, was still watching silently with her hands folded in front of her chest.
Those who believe in destiny are willing to sacrifice, but they will never violate the established rules.
Leiko, who was favored by Isreal, did not interfere in this matter.
But she knew exactly what Volusk planned to do.
“Leiko! Hurry up!”
Orungus and Cassius roared directly at Leiko, and Orak waved the God of War Blade in his hand directly at Leiko.
Kanuk, who had been watching Leiko, suddenly rushed out and knocked Orak away like a bolt of lightning.
If Leiko believes in fate, then Kanuk's belief is in Leiko herself.
“Cassius, calm down!”
Kotur of the Big Bear Tribe appeared behind Orlongus with a challenge, and his arms wrapped around Orlongus's body like two giant pythons.
There is no one on the Holy Mountain whose power is greater than that of Kotur except Bul-Katho.
Olongus, who was directly saved by Kotur, lost the ability to move.
“Kutul, we have different positions on this matter!”
Cassius yelled at Cultur.
He was already convinced in the contest with Bulcaisel.
Cassius believes that Bulcasso is worthy of everyone’s help and worthy of becoming the creation god!
Even when facing his best friends, he still stood on the side of Bulkesso and Volusk!
“Cassius, you should first think about how to face Banal!”
Couture shouted loudly at Cassius.
He had no intention of fighting Cassius, just as Cassius did not want to fight him.
Barnar appeared opposite Cassius with red eyes, waving the two swords in his hands randomly.
“Barnar, are you crazy?”
Cassius no longer has the time to take care of that monster of power, Cultur.
When facing Banal, no existence can take it lightly!
Banaer, who is completely caught up in the madness, will never stop unless he is defeated!
“xia!”
Banaar roared crazily!
“Azmodan, I X you X!”
Cassius's signature cursing war cry appeared, but he did not name his companions.
Even a man like him would not insult his own people.
So Azmodan became the being he named!
“Worusk, what are you going to do to me?”
Leiko looked at Warusk with flat eyes, she was really curious.
The barbarian's legendary set, all three sets are on Bulcaisel.
But she is wearing her legendary outfit!
Leiko’s Legendary Charge!
At this time, apart from Bulkesso, the strongest fighting force on the Holy Mountain is not Warusk who just handed over the gravel hammer to Bulkesso.
But Leiko, a believer in fate!
Wearing the legendary suit, she is the strongest fighting force on the Holy Mountain under Bulqessor!
It's just that she won't fight like Warusk.
Vorusk is just the immortal king, and Reiko is just a poor female warrior who died under the guidance of fate because of Vorusk's mistakes.
In other words, Volusk owes Reiko his life!
“You know, your legend is not a necessity! Leiko!”
Even though Worusk's tone was very serious, he still said it with a smile.
"ha!"
Orak let out a war cry, and it was obvious that he had drawn real fire in the battle with Kanuk!
Canook was not his kind of person.
A powerful barbarian, as the leader of the Bull tribe after Leiko, Kanuk always seeks death in battle.
He has no sense of responsibility. What he wants is not the strength of the tribe, but just wants to continue to follow in the footsteps of Leiko.
“God of War? God of War will die too!”
Canuk roared and charged towards Orak with his shoulder raised!
There is no difference in posture between this blow and the blow he struck on Azmodan's stomach with determination and never to return.
But this time there was no dense army of demons for him to gather strength.
“Chief Kanuk! You, a guy who has not even inherited the title of leader! How dare you!”
Aurak swung his signature punch, and the huge force struck directly at Kanuk's body!
Orak is not known for his outbursts. What he is good at is never-ending, never-ending battles.
Stable and precise, but lacks the final word.
He is undoubtedly stronger than Kanuk, but winning is not something that can be achieved in a short time.
“Calga!”
Olongus hit Kotur on the bridge of the nose with a headbutt, but it had no effect.
Just a moderate nosebleed, not even an injury.
Kutul's strong neck makes it impossible for his head to be easily shaken.
Even if he is hit hard on the bridge of the nose, he will not waver at all!
Cotur is such a person, as stubborn as a stone.
Olongus called the vanguard general Calgar.
The legendary barbarian who could pierce a demon's body with a flagpole joined the battle with a furious charge, holding a simple spear in his hand.
Facing his compatriots, even if this battle cannot be easily resolved, he does not intend to fight with all his strength.
Fighting is a matter in another realm.
A heavy sword fell from the sky and struck Calga's spear heavily!
Jiao Zhan·Death falls from the sky!
Here comes the barbarian who was named the Sword Master, Sword Master Karn! The creator of the Talented Combatant!
A legendary barbarian who kept fighting, shouting to kill as many as he came, and was finally drowned in the endless ocean of demons!
He didn’t think it was necessary for the creation gods to exist, so he chose to prevent Leiko’s side from falling into a disadvantage.
Let time prove the outcome of everything!
“Worusk, you chose the legends of those guys as the ladder for Bulkesso to become stronger, but they are not the best choice, aren’t they?”
Leiko still said to Warusk with the same indifferent expression.
There is no emotional change in the hoarse voice.
“Of course, the ideal state is Kanuk’s God of War’s Blade and Kor’s Wrath of the Hidden Peak. Bastin’s Power and Proof of Shame are not very suitable choices.”
Worusk said with a smile.
Her lion-like blond hair swayed in the wind.
“I want to know, if we had not come to this world, how would you convince other guys?”
Leiko asked.
The mages of the Xiansai Academy, the Crusaders of the Brave Temple, the monks of the Sky Temple, the witch doctors of the Invisible Land, and the demon hunters of the Avengers Camp are not the kind of existence that can be persuaded.
As for the necromancers in the Shadow Kingdom, they only follow Rathma's will.
And it is impossible for Rathma to allow Bulcaisel to ascend the throne of the Creator God, so the Necromancer himself is not counted among them.
“Because of Bulkesso and Sonya.”
Worusk only named two names.
Sanya and Johanna have become good friends. Johanna, as the most powerful Crusaders of this generation, has completely controlled all the say in the Temple of the Brave.
The witch doctor Nazebo had long ago reached a consensus with Warusk and wanted to create a creation god to end the tragic fate of mankind.
The demon hunters represented by Vader are willing to do anything as long as they can completely kill the Demon King of Hell.
As for the monks of the Sky Temple, they owe Bulcasso a big favor. After all, the set of legendary gloves of the Dragon Soul was repaired by Bulcasso himself, and they will not stop it.
As for the mages of Xiansai Academy, Li Min will solve those problems.
As a profession that uses knowledge as its power, mages have different views on equipment and legends than other professions.
The legacy of the ancestors is only a guide for the mages to learn and move forward, and is not something that cannot be discarded.
Worusk had already thought of everything.
"Is that so? It's just that now, Bulcaisel seems to need my legend, but I don't intend to let changes happen."
Leiko did not comment on Warusk's statement.
She still stands firmly on the guidance of fate.
“Bulkessor is the benchmark of barbarians! It is the banner of progress! It is the only one for the continuation of the race!”
The smile on Warusk's face changed slightly, and his tone was urgent.
Vida's soul cannot control those powerful forces for a long time, and this must be done as soon as possible.
When Vader begins to squeeze the origin of his soul, all traces of Vader's existence will disappear.
“Worusk, we all know that you cannot defeat me after death.”
Leiko said a little coldly.
Smoothly, he placed the helmet heavily on his head, covering his delicate and pale face.
She is certainly not emotionless towards Bulcasso.
As the farthest being on the road of barbarians, Bulcaisel is a different being to all barbarian ancestors.
But Bulkatho's behavior caused Malthael to suddenly descend on the holy mountain of Harrogath. This was the reason why those ancestors were confused about Volusk's choice.
The arrival of Malthael turned the barbarians who had managed to gather into powder, and it was impossible to say that they had no complaints.
For this reason, the ancestors represented by Leiko believed that making Bulkesso the God of Creation was a choice that went against fate.
Like Volusk's challenge to death itself, these ancestors feared that this plan would bring even greater costs to the barbarians.
"But you forget about a guy. Even if you are still alive, you can't kill him. It's the same for me."
Worusk took out a crown and tossed it gently in his hand.
Leoric's crown!
Skeleton King Leoric is on the sacred mountain of Harrogath!
At this time, only Bulcaisel on the Holy Mountain has the ability to suppress Leoric, who is not in the category of life.
A Skeleton King who does not reveal his existence to the world after his resurrection has no weakness!
Even if Leiko and Volusk are still alive, they cannot completely kill the Skeleton King.
Simply crushing Leoric's bones means nothing.
If Leoric were not going to sleep, it would only take a few breaths to reappear in front of everyone in full strength.
“Are you talking about that monster? This is the sacred mountain of Harrogath!”
Leiko said in a contemptuous tone.
Skeleton King is indeed difficult to deal with, but on the holy mountain of Harrogas, Skeleton King will also be severely suppressed.
After all, he is not a life, neither an angel nor a demon.
Skeleton King is on another level, and Harrogath will not let him use his power easily.
“I am the Immortal King! And Bulcasso is the chosen user of Kanai’s Box! He is protected by the original ancestor!”
Worusk said in a threatening tone.
The aura brought by the vast pure power is constantly approaching Leiko.
“You are going to rely on this to make me surrender? Stop joking! Immortal King? Even the first ancestors cannot change my will!”
As Leiko roared, a powerful aura began to emerge from her body.
That is the decisive tearing, that is the painful struggle!
Despair with attachment, anger that sinks in love!
Legendary Barbarian Leiko!
That armor from ancient times appeared on her body! It contained all of Leiko's love and filled her whole life!
“Why do you think I want to get involved?”
Leoric laughed loudly.
"Creation God? To be honest, if the person you choose is not Bulcaisuo, I will definitely prevent this from happening. I have never had a good impression of gods."
This chapter has been completed!