302 I Want to Help Burkeso Ascend to the Divine Level! (10,000-Word Chapter)

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 bug Duriel, who is simply satisfying his hobbies hidden deep in his soul.

But this does not mean that they do not have any city.

"Andariel, you will tell me, before I find a way to devour you."

When Bulcasso 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 demon blood.

"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're not even more intimidating to me than that guy Volusk, not even as much as that brainless idiot 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 have no hobbies. You only like strong drinks because they can give you a sting.

You have no hope, not even desire, no ambition.

Bulcaisel, tell me what is the meaning of your existence? Is it just a noble dedication?

You are like a body without self, making this choice just because you heard the instigation of those archangels.

What is the difference between the actions of those archangels and ours? "

Andariel stated his thoughts on all this with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Burcasso could even imagine Andariel's disgusting and charming body combing her hair, and her beautiful expression with cruelty and viciousness exuding charm.

"I heard people crying and saw children crying.

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! "

Bulcasso said lightly.

That's what he means, but that's not all.

"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 he should consider changing his approach to Andariel.

What Andariel has shown now is beyond the understanding of Azmodan, the king of crime.

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.

Cooperate, but still be 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?"

Bulcasso unscrewed the seal on the bottle and took a swig.

Quality of spirits? Bulkesso didn't care about that.

Like the tingling sensation, Andalil is right.

He just liked the tingling sensation.

Gaining power never comes without a price.

As a price for surpassing Cassius' mastery of ignoring pain, Bulcaisel feels very slow.

Therefore, he has no requirements for the taste of food, and the sense of taste is only a powerful sacrifice to Bulkesso itself.

He didn't feel anything about Andariel's seductive words.

On the contrary, he paid attention to different things, such as Andariel's avoidance of Rasma.

"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."

Burquesso is ready to end this conversation, and the language often seems empty.

As a bridge of communication, language is only useful when two parties need to communicate.

But now Bulcaisuo had no intention of getting to know the Demon King of Hell.

"Hehehe~ Bulcaisuo, I deceived you into thinking that you are 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 sacrifice themselves so noblely and even be willing to lose themselves?

hero?

Andalil has seen too many heroes in her life, but none of them are as determined as Bulcasso.

A hero without ambition or purpose would not be as determined as Bulcaisel.

"Ambition? Maybe so. But before that, I have to give you a destination!"

Bulkiso roared roughly, and Bulkiso's voice could be heard everywhere on the Holy Mountain, the 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 belonging to Karashim, and now Skeleton King is no longer entangled.

Bulcaisel's appearance now seems to be no different from when he was driven crazy by Diavolo.

So he was worried.

"Leoric, I'm glad to see you standing here."

Bul-Katho said to Leoric expressionlessly.

His hand kept rubbing the mouth of the wine bottle, and his rough fingers made an unpleasant sound on the mouth of the glass.

"Although you are not like me, unable to resist the coercion of the devil of hell, you are already standing on the edge of danger."

"I'm sorry about Leah. Leoric."

Bul-Katho finally had the opportunity to say this to Leoric.

"Bul-Katho, tell me about my granddaughter. I think she must be an upright child like Aidan."

Leoric let out a long breath.

Although he no longer had the conditions to exhale, the lament from the soul still made everyone feel his regret.

"Leah, she is very kind. Kinder than me, Cain, and even Auriel."

Bul-Katho organized his words and sat directly on the ground.

He sat directly on the ground in the snow of the Holy Mountain, and his whole body sank into the snow.

"But you know, Leah has no one to guide her to gain strength, although she is also a powerful warrior in the eyes of ordinary people.

But compared with the devil of hell, that is too far behind.

She never complained, even when she saw Cain's corpse turned into ashes in the flames, she never complained."

Bul-Kathos narrated slowly.

When Bul-Kathos knew Leah, Sonya and Li Min were already with Leah.

The monk Karasimu was like a guide, constantly helping Leah.

"Leoric, you know. The kingdom of mankind is always changing, and there are only a few ways to gain power that are truly passed down. Before Khanduras, the Dark Kingdom was also destroyed.

Only a few ways are the most stable way to become stronger."

Bul-Kathos's words made Leoric silent.

Whether it is the destroyed kingdoms or the wanderers.

There are also powerful warriors among them.

But apart from the professions and tribes represented by the first generation of Nephalem, there is no other way to become stronger steadily.

Leoric is very strong, there is no doubt about that.

Before he became the Skeleton King, he was also a powerful warrior that the Hell King could look at squarely.

It is even difficult to say whether the living Leoric is stronger or he is stronger as the Skeleton King.

But that is not a strong road with a benchmark.

"When I was alive... forget it. It seems that you don't want to talk to me about the past. Bul-Kathos, your long life has allowed you to witness the rise and fall of Khanduras. Those are not legends for you, but the past."

A faint blue light flashed in Leoric's empty eye sockets.

That is the soul of the Skeleton King.

He exists, so this skeleton can be as bright and clean as new.

"That was yesterday! Leoric!"

Bul-Kathos roared a little out of control.

The ancestors not far away were silently watching everything that happened here.

For the immortal Nephalem, many things happened yesterday.

Raiko held her hands in front of her chest and lowered her head.

She felt a little uncomfortable in her throat, but she didn't want to clear her throat.

Just "yesterday", she lost her lover.

That was enough to be unforgettable.

So Raiko believed in fate and even got the favor of Isreal.

"Bul-Kathos, you are the courage of the barbarians."

Tarik appeared beside Bul-Kathos, and his strong arms were placed on Bul-Kathos' shoulders.

"You are the king of the barbarians, but you don't seem to be so competent. You are the only king among the barbarians' leaders who made the barbarians a rare group."

Madok stuck his axe into the ground and rubbed his chin with one hand.

"But you are also the most noble king, but you are less selfish."

Kolik stood beside the Skeleton King and patted Leoric's shoulder casually.

The three ancestors are not Bul-Kathos' predecessors, they are partners.

Grow together, fight together, until the moment of death.

So there are many things that only the three of them can say to Bul-Kathos.

"A king should not be a saint, Bul-Kathos, but you are an exception."

Vorusk said quietly while standing on a cliff in the distance.

Without desire, there will be no possession.

Being noble means no plundering.

Being kind means that fighting is always the last choice.

But only Bul-Kathos, who is least like a king, is the king trusted by all barbarians.

"Bul-Kathos, it's really interesting."

Azmodan finally found an opportunity to speak.

In his opinion, now is the best opportunity to corrupt Bul-Kathos.

Being pointed out by familiar people can easily breed sin.

Azmodan felt a familiar smell, and as long as there is some guidance, sin will spread.

People have always been like this, and negative emotions are always emerging.

So Azmodan, the king of sin, is the most difficult demon king of hell to be defeated.

"But I am the king of barbarians! You should respect the king a little more!"

Bul-Kathos ignored the voice of Azmodan in his mind.

He shouted loudly to the soul in front of him.

"No king would do everything himself, Bulcaisel."

Talik pulled out the Token of Shame and stuck it next to Mardoc's giant axe.

Kolik also pulled out his giant ax and stuck it on the ground.

Three huge heavy weapons were 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 man who shaped it.

The blood-red color is Volusk's soul.

As the red light on the Immortal King's gravel hammer flashed.

The three legendary weapons, Proof of Shame, Madoc's Sorrow, and the Power of Bastion, also began to shine.

Tarik's evidence of shame is filled with gray regret, and his soul is gray with hope and pain.

Madoc's giant ax was emitting a faint blue light, which was sadness.

Madoc, the battle prophet, was always sad because he knew the outcome of the battle. His giant ax became a little rusty and full of depression.

Madoc, at his rudest, was in utter sadness all the time.

Bastin's power exuded warm firelight, but it only turned into a cool orange color in an instant, and was gradually changing towards incandescence.

Korik's soul is full of cherishing life, warm but cruel.

His immense love for life fills him with rage in battle.

After all, the battle is 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.

Bulcaisel has yet to truly create his own legend, and no one knows what color his soul will be.

Malthael may know this, because when he was fighting Bulkatho, the power of death would make him see different things.

"Legends are the power you leave behind after the curtain falls."

Bulcaisel looked at the hill made up of several weapons, and casually took out Oath Keeper and Mercy.

The two legendary weapons are radiating brilliance.

The Oathkeepers of Andacoul'Gath are gray with hate.

The traitor brother Andacurgas killed with his own hands showed no mercy, only anger filled with hatred.

Mocott's compassion exudes the green color full of love for life.

Mocott, who has no mercy for all crimes and named his weapon after "No Mercy", is the one who can't bear to watch his life pass away.

Some guys make it impossible for others to live as long as they 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 Bulcaisel said these words, the entire Holy Mountain of Harrogas was trembling.

"Tch, you were still called Guang at that time...forget it, it's better not to spoil the fun."

Hailab, who was named the conqueror, was whispering not far away.

There was a smile on his face.

Without shaping the legend into a weapon, his entire body was constantly exuding black.

Conqueror is nothing but a joke.

What did Hyrab 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 who wanted an end to war in the world. But in order to prevent the children in the tribe from shivering naked in the cold wind.

He started an unjust war and suffered for it.

Yet he is called a conqueror.

At this time, the holy mountain began to spread pure power.

Pure, colorless power.

There was only the trembling ground 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, directly hitting 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 did you do!"

Azmodan let out a miserable cry as he was being strangled by several forces.

The pain that was like putting the soul in a millstone and constantly stirring it made the king of sin start to wail.

His wails reached the entire Holy Mountain.

The Dark Soul Stone's connection with the outside world was forcibly opened by mixed forces. Only at this moment, the Dark Soul Stone is not the eternal prison.

"Okay, Azmodan, show some respect. 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 his twisted soul feel pain.

Andalil is not complete.

As the child of Inaris and Lilith, she was meant to be a Nephalem, just like Rathma.

But her birth was not smooth. She did not inherit the power of her angelic father, but completely inherited Lilith's magic power.

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 Andalil's pain. In order to be complete, Andalil continues to create 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.

"Today is such a beautiful day ~ the birds are singing ~ the flowers are blooming! On a day like this, a child like you! should burn in the flames of hell!"

Vader's figure suddenly appeared nearby, speaking in a singing voice.

The moment he finished speaking, the rich hatred in Vader's soul joined the collision of the three forces!

hatred!

Hatred is Vader's soul!

Hatred of one's own weakness! Hate yourself for being weak! Hatred of loss!

His lover was taken away by Azmodan, the king of crime, 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!

There is only one head left, with twisted pain on it!

Just by seeing a head, he understood how much torture his lover suffered before he died!

It was not the misery of his lover that filled his soul with hatred!

But those open eyes are full of hope for life!

Before his lover died, he was still full of hope for him!

She believes that Vader will make enough money to redeem her from the clutches of the Lord of Hell!

"Die!"

Vader roared angrily, his eyes turning completely red.

The pupils continued to expand, turning into two deep holes from which tears of the soul flowed!

"Azmodan! Andariel! Die! Die! Die!"

Vader's roars were getting sharper and crazier each time!

The light of Kanai's Box appeared 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!"

Warusk stood high and laughed wildly, his body trembling constantly.

Bulkesso's sacrifice was something he witnessed.

Volusk is the Immortal King!

Before Bulcaisel succeeds him, 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!

Bulkaiso's plan is crazy, but Volusk is even crazier than Bulkaiso!

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 scarlet-black appearance and became brighter.

All the brilliance rushed into the dark soul stone on Bulcaisuo's head.

"I see, Volusk, I always thought your legendary wildness was just bragging! Haha!"

Leoric laughed loudly!

When he met Bulcaisuo, when he and Bulcaisuo reached a consensus.

He was disappointed with Warusk, 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.

He doesn't have the courage that the Immortal King should have at all.

But until now, he finally understood all of Warusk's plans!

"It's a pity that you have left that world now! If you get the legends from those places in Xiansai Academy, Bulcaisuo can liberate his soul!

Unfortunately, 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 legends of monks, crusaders, mages, witch doctors, and demon hunters could have completely crushed the souls of the six demon kings of hell!

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 the blessings and gifts from the archangels, Bulcasso 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 watched everything 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 Bulkatho inherited this glorious name was because Volusk had already thought about how to make him the greatest barbarian.

If everything goes according to Warusk's idea, then Bulkaiso will be the strongest one now!

As for Bulcasso, who has divided his soul, he will not be afraid!

The unafraid Bulcasso is Diavolo's biggest nemesis!

No fear, no confusion!

Even in the realm of fear, he will not lose in the hands of Diavolo!

Bulkesso 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!"

Vader has gone crazy!

His hatred is the dominant force that penetrates the soul of the Hell Demon.

These powers are not enough to completely crush the two hell demons!

"Leiko! Give me your legend!"

Warusk shouted loudly!

Not far away, Lei Ke still held her hands on her chest and watched silently.

Those who believe in destiny are willing to sacrifice, but they will never violate the established rules.

Leiko, who was favored by Israel, did not interfere in this matter.

But she knew exactly what Warusk was planning 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 Leiko herself.

For the sake of Leiko Kanuk, there won’t be any hesitation! Even if he has to face his companions for thousands of years!

"Cassius, calm down!"

Kotur of the Big Bear Tribe appeared behind Olongus with a challenge, and his arms wrapped around Olongus's body like two giant pythons.

Except for Bul-Katho, no one on the Holy Mountain is more powerful than Kotur.

Olongus, who was directly saved by Kotur, lost the ability to move.

"Kotur, we have different positions on this matter!"

Cassius yelled at Kotur.

He had long been impressed in his battle with Bulkesso.

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!"

Kotur shouted loudly at Cassius.

He did not intend to fight Cassius, just as Cassius did not want to fight him.

Banal appeared opposite Cassius with red eyes, waving the two swords in his hands randomly.

"Barnar, are you crazy!"

Cassius no longer has time to care about the power monster Kotur.

When facing Banal, no existence can take it lightly!

Banal, who is completely caught up in the madness, will never stop unless he is defeated!

"Xia!"

Banal yelled crazily!

"Azmodan, I x you x!"

Cassius's signature cursing war cry appeared, but he didn't name his companions.

Even someone like him would not insult his own people.

So Azmodan became the being he named!

"Warusk, what are you going to do to me?"

Leiko looked at Warusk with flat eyes, she was really curious.

All three of the barbarian's legendary sets are on Bulcaisso.

But she is wearing her legendary suit!

Leiko's legendary charge!

At this time, apart from Bulkaiso, the strongest combat force on the Holy Mountain was not Warusk, who had just handed over the gravel hammer to Bulkaiso.

But Leiko, a believer in fate!

Wearing the legendary suit, she is the strongest fighting force on the Holy Mountain under Bulcasso!

It's just that she won't fight like Warusk.

Warusk is just the immortal king, and Reiko is just a poor female warrior who died under the guidance of fate because of Warusk's mistakes.

In other words, Volusk owes Reiko his life!

"You know, your legend is not a necessity! Leiko!"

Even though Warusk's tone was very serious, he still said it with a smile.

"ha!"

Orak let out a war cry, obviously he had shown real fire in the battle with Kanuk!

Canuck wasn't his kind of guy.

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!"

Kanuk roared and charged towards Orak with his shoulder raised!

There was no difference in posture between this blow and the one he struck on Azmodan's stomach with determination and no return.

But this time there was no dense army of demons for him to accumulate strength.

"Chief Canuck! You guy who didn't even inherit the name of leader! How dare you!"

Olak swung his signature blow, and the huge energy fell directly on Canuk's body!

Orlak is not known for his bursts, he is good at endless and non-stop fighting.

Stable and accurate, but lacks the power to make the final decision.

He is undoubtedly stronger than Canuk, but it is not something that can be done in a short time.

"Kalga!"

Orlongus hit Kotul's nose with a backward headbutt, but it had no effect.

It was just a slight nosebleed, not even an injury.

Kotul's strong neck made it impossible for his head to be easily shaken.

Even if his nose was hit hard, he would not be shaken at all!

Kotul is such a person, stubborn like a stone.

Orlongus called the vanguard general Calga.

The legendary barbarian who could pierce the body of a demon with a flagpole joined the battle with a violent charge, holding a simple spear in his hand.

Facing his compatriots, even if this battle could not be easily resolved, he did not intend to fight with all his strength.

Fighting is a matter of another realm.

A heavy sword fell from the sky and chopped heavily on Calgar's spear!

Jump Slash·Death from the Sky!

It was the barbarian named Sword Saint, Sword Saint Kahn! The creator of the gifted fighter!

A legendary barbarian who kept fighting, shouting to kill as many as came, and was finally drowned in the sea of ​​endless demons!

He did not think that the God of Creation had any necessity to exist. So he chose to prevent Leiko's side from falling into a disadvantage.

Let time prove the right and wrong of everything!

"Vorusk, you chose the legends of those guys as the ladder for Bulkatho to become stronger, but they are not the best choice, right?"

Leiko still said to Volusk with that indifferent look.

There was no emotional change in the hoarse voice.

"Of course, the most ideal state is Canuk's God of War Blade and Kor's Hidden Peak Fury. Bastin's Power and Shame Certificate are not very suitable choices."

Vorusk said with a smile.

The lion-like golden hair fluttered in the wind.

"I want to know, if we hadn't come to this world, how would you convince the other guys?"

Raiko asked.

The mages of Xiansai College, 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 Avenger Camp are not the kind of existence that can be persuaded.

As for the necromancers in the Shadow Kingdom, they only follow the will of Lasma.

And Lasma can't let Bul-Kathos ascend the throne of the Creator God, so the necromancers themselves were not counted by Volusk.

"Because of Bul-Kathos and Sonya."

Vorusk just said two names.

Sonya is good friends with Johanna. As the most powerful crusader of this generation, Johanna has completely mastered the entire right to speak in the Brave Temple.

Nazebo, the witch doctor, had already reached a consensus with Volusk, wanting to create a creator god to end the tragic fate of mankind.

The demon hunters represented by Vida would do anything as long as they could completely kill the devil of hell.

As for the monks of the Sky Temple, they owed Bul-Kathos a big favor. After all, Bul-Kathos personally helped them repair the legendary boxing gloves of the Dragon Soul, and they would not stop it.

As for the mages of Xiansai College, Li Min would solve those problems.

As a profession with knowledge as power, mages have different views on equipment and legends from other professions.

The legacy of the ancestors is only a guide for mages to learn and move forward, not something that cannot be abandoned.

Volusk had already thought of everything.

"Is that so? It's just that now, Bul-Kathos seems to need my legend, but I don't intend to change it."

Leiko did not comment on Volusk's statement.

She still stood firmly on the guidance of fate.

"Bul-Kathos is the benchmark of the barbarians! The banner of progress! The only thing that keeps the race going!"

The smile on Volusk's face changed a little, and he shouted with urgency.

Vida's soul cannot control those powerful forces for a long time, and this must be done as soon as possible.

When Vida begins to squeeze the essence of his soul, all traces of Vida's existence will disappear.

"Volusk, we all know that you can't defeat me after you die."

Raiko said indifferently.

She put the helmet heavily on her head, covering her delicate and pale face.

Of course she would not be without feelings for Bul-Kathos.

As the existence who has gone the farthest on the barbarian road, Bul-Kathos is a different existence for all the barbarian ancestors.

But Bul-Kathos's behavior made Masail suddenly descend on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, which was the reason why those ancestors doubted Volusk's choice.

Masail's arrival turned those barbarians who had gathered with great difficulty into dust, and it was impossible to say that they had no complaints.

For this reason, ancestors represented by Reiko believed that making Bul-Kathos the God of Creation was a choice that went against destiny.

Just like the doom brought by Volusk's challenge to death itself, these ancestors were afraid that this plan would bring a more painful price to the barbarians.

"But you forgot a guy. Even if you are still alive, you can't kill him. The same is true for me."

Vorusk took out a crown and tossed it gently in his hand.

Leoric's crown!

Skeleton King Leoric is on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath!

At this time, only Bul-Kathos on the Holy Mountain has the ability to suppress Leoric, who is not classified as a living being.

A Skeleton King who has not revealed his existence to the world after resurrection has no weaknesses!

Even if Raiko and Volusk are still alive, they have no way to kill the Skeleton King completely.

Simply breaking Leoric's bones is meaningless.

If Leoric does not intend to sleep, he will appear in front of everyone in his prime again in just a few breaths.

"Are you talking about that monster? This is the Holy Mountain of Harrogath!"

Raiko said in a contemptuous tone.

The Skeleton King is indeed difficult to deal with, but on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, the Skeleton King will also be severely suppressed.

After all, he is not a life, neither an angel nor a demon.

The Skeleton King is something on another level, and Harrogath will not let him use his power easily.

"I am the Immortal King! And Bul-Kathos is the user selected by Kanai's Cube! He is protected by the original ancestors!"

Vorusk said in a threatening tone.

The aura brought by the vast pure power is constantly approaching Raiko.

"You plan to make me surrender by this? Don't be ridiculous! Immortal King? Even the original ancestors can't change my will!"

Raiko began to show a powerful aura along with the roar.

That was a resolute tear, that was a painful struggle!

Despair with attachment, anger sinking in love!

Legendary barbarian Raiko!

The legendary armor appeared on her body! It hosts all of Raiko's love and fills all of Raiko's life!

"Why do you think I want to interfere?"

Leoric laughed loudly.

"The God of Creation? To be honest, if the person you chose was not Bul-Kathos, I would definitely stop this from happening. I have never had a good impression of God."