The heavy blade in Rakanos' hand was filled with black energy.
These are just some signs that he is preparing for battle.
Just like the anger of a barbarian turns into rage when he is furious.
Not only does the barbarian's anger leave traces on the surface of the body, but other Nephalem do the same.
It's just that the differences displayed by other Nephalem are a little more subtle.
The inner strength of monks rarely appears, but clues can be seen from their mental state.
After the internal energy surges to a certain level, the will of the monks will affect the world around them.
It creates a feeling of distorting the surrounding space.
As a demon hunter, after the energy is pushed to the limit, the murderous intention will gradually take shape.
This is also the preliminary preparation needed for their revenge state.
For all Nephalem except the Necromancer, their transformation forms are not available anytime and anywhere.
Instead, some other conditions are required.
For example, barbarians, they need anger!
But at this time Gruchak was angry enough.
His muscles began to swell again, and two rather small horns appeared on his head.
Compared to Bulcaisel and Sonya's ferocious horns in the berserker's rage state, Gruchak looks a bit cute.
But the muscles that were even more exaggerated than before made him look more like a demon from the burning hell.
"Can you transform?"
Rakanos had no particular emotions about Gruchak's transformation.
It's not like he has never seen the wrathful attitude of a barbarian.
Lakanos just didn't expect that Gruchak, who was even legendary to be full of muscles, could use the fury of the berserker.
"Talk nonsense!"
After Gruchak snorted, he walked directly in the direction of Lakanos.
The distance between the two people is not far, only a dozen steps.
Gruchak walked out of a world that felt like a world away!
The huge body like a mountain of meat was filled with anger and walked towards Rakanos who was holding two heavy blades.
The thick flesh on his face almost made his eyes disappear.
"There's actually no point in killing you.
After all, even if you die, no one will feel despair.
This is very meaningless.
It would make more sense to me if I could kill Bulcaisel.
How many of the barbarians who have lost their immortal king will feel the presence of despair?"
Lakanos watched Gruchak walking towards him, his eyes twinkling.
He didn't lie, this was what he really thought.
But Te also knew very well that he was no match for Bulqueso.
"You only know your pattern.
despair?
Let me tell you, when you are a guy who collects and spreads despair, don't think about so many weird things!
Even though there are countless despairs around you that you can collect, you still want to attack the Nephalem?
Are you stupid?"
Gruchak had already walked up to Lakanos.
After saying these words, he stood up and kicked Lakanos on the waist.
Jump, then catch the force of the jump and kick.
This is a wirea flying kick!
In a battle between humans, a blow of this magnitude is enough to end the battle.
But in the battle between humans and demons, this is probably just the beginning.
The question of whether the devil is harmful has been put on the table of the mages of Xiansai Academy.
In the end, the answer the mages came to was no.
The method of killing a demon is basically to completely consume all the opponent's vitality.
Therefore, launching an attack at a seemingly weak location will only affect the demon's combat effectiveness.
Rather than letting them die directly.
"bump!"
Lakanos rolled twice on the ground.
Gruchak's strength is somewhat unbearable even for a guy of his size.
"But I am a devil. Devil attacks devil?
Although it's not impossible, it's just dividing up what the Burning Hell has given us a long time ago.
The Nephalem are completely unfamiliar interests to the Burning Hell.
If it were you, what choice would you make?"
Lakanos didn't seem to care at all about his embarrassing tumbling before.
He slowly stood up again and casually dusted off the non-existent dust.
The Plains of Despair stretch as far as the eye can see, but now only despair remains.
Even the dust gradually became something that could not be found.
"Gruchak, what are you fighting for?
Where do you plan to go with your life?
What does your existence mean to this world?"
Lakanos looked at Gruchak who started walking towards him again, and said faintly.
These demons who are good at corrupting humans are like philosophers.
Perhaps it's because they can't let the other party be corrupted according to their needs without deceiving the other party into a fool.
This change is very ridiculous, but it is also very tragic for humans.
“Fight to kill the devil so that we can cultivate the land!
My life will only lead to death, even if I am already dead!
The meaning of my existence to this world is to kill you demons so that I can farm the land!"
Gruchak answered Lakanos' question word for word.
Then he stood in front of Lakanos again.
He stretched out his thick arm and directly grabbed Lakanos' wrist!
Although there is still a huge difference in height between the two.
But Gruchak and Lakanos looked at each other at this moment.
Lakanos's 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 from Gruchak's body!
Lakanos' heavy blade slashed through Gruchak's chest, tearing a ferocious hole into the very strong muscles!
But Gruchak still pinched one of Lakanos's arms, almost ignoring the wound on his chest!
Gruchak knew exactly what kind of enemy he was facing.
Rakanos, the King of Despair, does not put his own authority as the core of the battle like the Seven Demon Kings of Hell.
This guy can be said to be the demon best at physical attacks in the Burning Hell!
Even Diavolo's strong body could not remain unscathed when faced with Rakanos' slashing!
"Gaz~"
There was a sound like squeezing juice from Lakanos' wrist that was grasped by Gruchak.
That wrist has shriveled up!
Under Gruchak's huge power, the heavy blade in one of Lakanos' hands fell to the ground!
"Huh~"
The heavy blade sliced through the air, creating a roar.
Gruchak bent down to avoid the blow.
He didn't do anything deliberately, he just bent down and planned to pick up the opponent's weapon.
From the beginning, Gruchak said that he planned to borrow Lakanos' weapons.
Gruchak is a very arrogant barbarian, and he also likes to fight with bare hands and muscle power.
But Gruchak is not a guy like Cassius and Kurtul who swear an oath to their own fighting methods.
Gruchak didn't use weapons before just because he felt it was unnecessary.
Now, when facing Rakanos! Gu
To make a barbarian give up his arms and fight?
Stop making trouble, it's not like Gruchak or Warusk forged gloves for himself just for this purpose!
"I seem to have seen this thing somewhere?"
Gruchak held Lakanos' heavy blade and raised his eyes to look at Lakanos.
There was teasing in that look.
"Of course you have seen it before, this is not my original weapon.
It's just that I was deceived during the battle with Billie.
You picked up the broken part with the handle."
Lakanos said with a cruel smile in his eyes.
"Oh, I remembered it.
Proof of shame, right?
I just said that even if half of that thing is broken, it is still a two-handed weapon for barbarians.
What kind of animal could the original weapon be used by?
It turns out to be you."
Gruchak said with a smile.
Then both sides unanimously slashed at each other with the heavy blades in their hands!
"Boom!"
A huge crash!
It was just like the sound that Karashim made when he was practicing the golden bell breaking with the legendary incense candle in the main hall.
The sound has turned into a shock wave and started to spread.
If there are other demons in the current Plains of Despair, they will definitely be injured in this impact.
Gruchak took two steps back, leaving two deep footprints on the ground.
Lakanos only leaned back slightly and immediately stabilized his figure.
"A big body is an advantage. It would be great if I could become bigger than you.
In that case, you were the one who retreated during the collision just now!"
Gruchak took two steps forward again.
Then he placed the heavy blade in his hand behind his back!
He is ready to do it all over again!
He had said before that he wanted to have a hearty duel with Lakanos!
"Big is not necessarily a good thing.
By the way, has any of you barbarians, except Bulcaisel, seen the true form of Bile’s Hell Demon King?”
Lakanos chatted in the most normal tone.
The heavy blade in his hand was also raised high.
This time the two sides planned to change the direction of the attack.
Lakanos looks like he's driving a nail, but Gruchak looks like he's playing golf?
"boom!"
Another collision!
It emitted an even more exaggerated shock wave than before!
A layer of the ground was lifted directly, and in the plain of despair, this shock wave brought dust to this place where there was nothing but despair.
"Gruchak, do you want to take two more bites of meat?"
Lakanos said while rolling on the ground like a gourd.
"Then no need, I'll just take two and leave the rest to you!"
Gruchak said while trying hard to climb out of the big hole in the ground.
Lakanos's face wrinkled when he heard this.
Although there seems to be nothing wrong with this, Lakanos always feels that he has suddenly become several generations younger and has become younger all of a sudden.①
"Then let's go back to the previous topic.
You humans probably can't tell the difference between Bile's real body and his false body.
Can you guess whether it’s true that he looked bigger or smaller?”
Lakanos also stopped rolling and walked towards Gruchak step by step.
"I guess both are fake.
Why is he, the King of Lies, bigger than the three demon gods?
If I were that big, I would ask Bulcaisel to forge a fly swatter for me, and I would kill you all with one swat!"
Gruchak looked at the heavy blade in his hand and said.
He didn't find any cracks on this 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.
That's because he said my weapon was broken, and I believed him."
When Lakanos spoke, he twisted his upper body, making himself feel like a clockwork.
This way you can use more power in the next slash.
"Just believe it when he says it! Do you believe it when I say I am your grandfather?"
Gruchak curled his lips and twisted his body like Lakanos.
Gruchak would never give in to such a head-on collision.
"Hahaha~ Yes! You really won't be fooled by your superstition about muscles.
But if he says he also has strong muscles, you will definitely believe him!"
Lakanos laughed, even the process of charging the heavy blade in his hand was interrupted.
Then, Lakanos' chest was cut open by the heavy blade and he fell directly to the ground.
"You deserve to be deceived!
You can say anything you want during a fight, but you don’t understand why you can’t be distracted?
That’s it? Is this the level of the King of Despair?”
Gruchak rolled his eyes and said.
For things like cutting each other off, once an agreement has been made, Gruchak will not break it.
But both sides started to accumulate strength, and you suddenly stopped?
Aren't you afraid of flashing your waist if you do this?
Gruchak cherishes his body very much.
Not only the muscles, but also the bones are cherished.
Therefore, he can accept being injured by his opponent in battle, but he will never allow himself to be injured by using his strength incorrectly.
"Yeah, it's my fault.
Then keep going!”
Lakanos stood up again with a little effort, and then once again assumed the same posture as before.
Gruchak just rolled his eyes and turned around.
But the moment he turned around, Rakanos' heavy blade had already slashed at him!
Of course, the power this time has not reached its peak.
But just planning to slice open a Nephalem's body is more than enough.
As long as things like demons do not exist at 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 with complete selves.
Lakanos?
Even the King of Despair cannot do this!
For most demons in the Burning Hell, despicability is the best pass!
"Son of a bitch, I knew your grandson wouldn't be honest!"
Gruchak cursed angrily and slashed at him with the heavy blade in his hand!
Gruchak is superstitious about his muscles, but this has little to do with the wisdom of fighting.
Lacanos's approach did not exceed his expectations.
After all, when something like despair comes, it is always extra despicable!
Another collision!
Gruchak turned into a gourd and rolled away.
Rakanos' 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 slashing, Gruchak did not suffer much!
This chapter has been completed!