"Let's talk about it, there's something else I don't know about here, I don't want to miss this secret place."

Rorschach squinted at Vorusk, who was smiling, a little impatient.

His temper is about to be worn out completely, and his insistence always seems funny and embarrassing in the face of a group of unreasonable guys.

"The secret realm will take some time to prepare, so you don't need to look forward to it so much. Trust me, you won't like that fight. ”

Vorusk said without raising his head.

The Rorschach diary in his hand was like a suspense, which made Vorusk find it quite interesting.

Even the original purpose of his appearance was temporarily put in the back of his mind.

"A battle that doesn't make people look forward to? What's the point of that? ”

Rorschach stood beside his corpse with a strange expression.

A pointless fight?

This statement made Rorschach a little inexplicable.

To survive or to enforce one's will, these are all reasons to fight.

But fighting for no reason, this made Rorschach a little incomprehensible.

Just don't think about it, time always brings the answer, and of course there is forgetting.

"Instead of focusing on those, you owe me an explanation."

Rorschach kicked his own corpse with himself, and a strange feeling came over him for a moment.

Hit yourself yourself?

Sounds like something is wrong.

It's like the guy who pestered him back then and was thrown off the elevator.

"Explain? You mean Joritz? ”

Vorusk finally looked away from the journal in his hand.

A pair of brass bell-like eyes looked at Rorschach with some contemptuous ridicule on them.

The barbarian's explanation, this is another bad joke.

It's as if the recruits were hearing Komak shouting, "Holy Light, do you see the enemy in front of you?" "It's the same.

At first, some people took this voice as a reminder, until many recruits almost died when they heard this sentence, and this sentence became a bit of a gritted teeth.

"Just to let you know what we're facing, everything around you can become an enemy, can you still unswervingly cut off the heads of your acquaintances?"

Vorusk suddenly remembered Reco, and he wasn't quite sure if Recoco would do the right thing.

But he didn't dare to think deeply, it would be a tragic ending, and it was better to stop here.

"This is not an explanation, Vorusk."

Rorschach's soul looked at Vorusk and said in a cold tone.

What is this? Perfunctory?

Rorschach continued: "We should know the truth! ”

Bursts of fury appeared in his soul.

"Yes, it looks like it's finally a bit of Bourkeso's temperament, that's good, boy!"

Vorusk closed the journal in his hand and walked over to Rorschach.

Still contemptuous, but his tone seemed to be a little shaken.

"Haven't you noticed the conformity of your own soul?

After inheriting the blood of Bourkeso, your soul has become a complete Nephitian, and the soul of ordinary people cannot continue to exist in this environment. ”

"So? It's still not the answer I wanted. ”

Rorschach was a little impatient, and the anger on his body suddenly expanded.

"Young man, that secret realm is a grand gamble, a bet is a chance to become a god.

You, on the other hand, are the ones we have prepared in the game, and if we lose, you will be another Bourkeso, standing in his current position, fighting those things with your will to live. ”

Vorusk's voice was unhurried, and although it was very serious, it seemed that he didn't care much.

Vorusk was confident that Burkeso would not fail.

Because the guy with this name has never been completely defeated.

Seeds of hope? That's just a last resort.

"May I interrupt, did Bourqueso also embark on a dangerous path in this hopeless situation?"

Rorschach said with a frown, his words seemed to carry some pity for Bourkeso.

Or rather, Rorschach, who didn't know much about all this, didn't understand what it was like.

"What are you pitying? Will you flinch when you know that the road ahead is full of death?

You won't, so how could Bourkeso back down?

As for the answer you want, I'll tell you right now!

Jorez says he's a savage who defends his fate, and in fact, Lecco is the first, but fails. ”

Vorusk paused, as if organizing the language.

Joritz's matter, he needs to trace it from his memory.

That's a little too old.

Fortunately, he didn't have to explain to Rorschado about Reco, Rorschach was the heir of Bourquetso, and his soul could naturally receive messages from other ancestors when he left his body.

I have to say that this is a very convenient ability, but the information is not the experience, otherwise it would be too convenient.

Vorusk quickly continued, Rorschach had accepted the message, and as for reading it, it would be better to wait until the matter was over.

"What is missing from Recco's soul is only a small fragment, but a broken soul is a mutilation. Recco is a loser because of Joritz's approach!

Under my witness.

And your death is just for you to understand what you are going to face.

Do you still think that bastard of Tyrell is the savior of justice? After your soul feels the protection of this holy mountain? ”

Vorusk's words were not too much, and Rorschach immediately began to reflect.

Rorschach didn't realize that his soul had become so obedient in the presence of Voruske.

Although it is a less upright method, the reputation of the Immortal King is still good.

Besides, Bourkeso is still here, and the will of the Immortal King will not be accepted by all barbarians for no reason.

"Justice is wrong?"

Rorschach said something vaguely, but this sentence made Vorusk want to laugh from the bottom of his heart.

"Justice is always justice, where there is right and wrong.

But Tyrrell represents nothing more than what he perceives to be justice.

So you tell me, is it wrong to hold on to your beliefs? ”

Vorusk slapped his diary on top of Rorschach's body.

Bursts of light began to emanate from Rorschach's soul.

Rorschach kind of understood what it was like for Tyrell to know that justice was everywhere.

Vorusk's eyes showed some satisfaction, and his efforts were not in vain.

"That's right! That's it! Bourkeso didn't just choose you because you had a Tyrell in your soul.

You are very similar to Bourkeso, he is the judgment, and you are part of the justice of this world.

Only in this way can we serve as a strong cage and see the path to becoming a god! ”

Vorusk said with some excitement.

He had expected Rorschach to realize this sooner, not when he was about to give up.

Justice has to have a backing.

Besides, this thing has never been the same standard in the world.

"Am I the justice of humanity?

Justice should be held high, just as the morality in the heart and the stars in the sky should be high, not represented by that inexplicable and wonderful person. ”

Rorschach looked at the brilliance of his soul with some puzzlement.

Representing justice?

Human beings don't have such a big face, and justice hangs on their faces and swaggers everywhere.

No one can afford this name, maybe this is the reason why justice is an archangel?

"You thought about the way out before you put in all the effort? It's not like a barbarian I know. ”

Rorschach came back to his senses and looked at Vorusk in front of him and said.

He began to question the "last resort".

"Unstoppable? The victor can record his past in flowery words, just like you can portray yourself as a saint in your diary.

But can you tell me, are you really noble?

Where are the noble people? Where is the existence of undefeated? ”

There was still contempt in Voruske's voice, and flaws were always despised as imperfections.

But what is the perfect thing?

Where there is perfection, Rorschach has got enough of it right now.

Vorusk removed a vial of blood from his waist and smashed it directly into the chest of Rorschach's corpse.

Little by little, the body began to recover.

As soon as Rorschach's soul returns to that body, a man-made "miracle" will occur.

Now his purpose has been achieved.

A Rorschach with strong convictions, a Rorschach who is ready to face anything.

A Rorschach who began to really think about what justice was.

Positions will always waver, but justice is there no matter what the position.

It is enough to know this.

"What will Jo Rez face?"

Rorschach's soul resisted the strong suction coming from his body, and shouted at Vorusk with some difficulty.

For Jorze, who had given him a fatal blow, it was hard for Rorschach not to care.

That blow on the head made Rorschach feel a little chill when he thought about it now.

But what he wants is the final outcome of that ancestor, not for change or revenge, he just wants to know.

"A blessing of relief."

Vorusk spat on the ground, turned and walked away.

Jotun Culler's side still needs him to keep an eye on.

Vorusk didn't really know what Joriz would face, but he knew exactly what kind of decision Reco would make, maybe not so clearly.

But it doesn't matter.

Isn't the Immortal King here to deal with things that aren't right?

Vorusk was ready at any moment.

As for the secret realm?

That's not a secret realm at all!

That's another world of catastrophe about to repeat itself!

……

"Recôme, what the hell did I do?"

Joritz looked at Reco in front of her with red eyes.

He had some difficulty accepting the result.

Reco had already told him that his change had not escaped Bourkeso's observations.

When he chose to be Vader, he was the trusted partner of Bourkeso, but when he faded from Vader's identity and appeared as Joritz, he was a corrupted enemy.

There is no difference from the previous compatriots who became executioners in the war.

"What did you do? You have made sacrifices for the sake of your lover. ”

Lecco lay on the stone bed, not turning to look at Joritz.

There was a slight tremor in his voice, but it was still resolute.

Lecco wavered in her emotion, but that didn't affect her final approach.

"Am I doing something wrong? Lecco? ”

Joretz's voice was a little fluttering, and it seemed a little hard to believe.

This was the first time Lekou had heard such a voice.

Joritz, known as the Warrior, had never spoken in such an undetermined tone.

"As your lover, I am touched. Jo Reez, my husband.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you have done for me.

I love you, both past and after. ”

Recco still didn't turn around, but the tremor in her voice was uncontrollable.

That choking in the depths of the soul, that fear of parting filled this mighty warrior.

"Well, Lecco. Have I saved you? From the hands of fate? ”

Jorez approached Reco gently, and slowly lay down on the stone bed.

Once upon a time, they were like that on the coldest winter nights.

Snuggle up to each other and feel each other's body temperature.

On a battlefield where there is only blood and weapons, only this one-room hut can bring a hint of relaxation.

Barbarians are also human beings, not killing machines, they will hurt the same, they will be tired all the same, but they will never show it.

"Joritz, my husband, you saved my soul."

Reco's body twitched, as if she was choking.

It's just that no one has ever seen Reco's tears, perhaps on the night of Joritz's "death", Recou's weeping.

It's just that those tears are only witnessed by this stone bed that cannot be warmed by the cold soul.

"Really? Fate is cruel, but the good thing is that we can still lie together. It's just that we've all lost our heartbeats. ”

Joriz understood what Lecco meant.

Lecco is still a slave of fate, still swinging powerlessly like a puppet in the face of fate.

Even looking back, you will be stopped by that silk thread.

Jorez saves Recco's soul from loneliness, from the abyss of losing love.

But not from the hands of fate.

"Joritz, hold me. You will hear my heartbeat, our hearts are connected, and you will feel your own heart beating. ”

Lecco still hasn't turned over.

He just spoke softly, and even now Leiko didn't know who she was talking to.

"You forgave me, but you can't ......"

Jorez approached Reco's body, his snort slamming against the back of Reco's neck, a breath hot enough to melt any trembling heart.

"I forgive you, Joritz! Leko forgives you. Jorez's wife, the barbarian Lecco, forgave her husband. ”

Lecco finally turned around, her face was very calm, but the red eyes said what she was feeling.

An arm with a gnarled glove and bracer pierced Joryz's chest, grabbing Joritz's heart.

"However, the Spirit of the Ancestors barbarian Leko, the leader of the Bull Tribe, the legendary barbarian Leko, cannot forgive a corrupted body."

Lecco snuggled tightly into Joritz's shoulder, and neither of them could see each other's faces.

A beautiful face was already full of tears, but the expression was resolute.

A tough face with a smile on it, but a painful look in it.

The two faces didn't face each other, they just leaned on each other.

It seems that at the end of the day, we should always remember each other's body temperature.

"Reikou, Joriz loves you, the Recôme who wields a weapon on the battlefield and smashes the Satsuma blademen with her shoulder, and the remains of a giant bear hanging from the hilt of a great axe.

Loved the one who led his people and stormed the Satsuma Blade camp to save a defeated warrior covered in entrails and blood.

Love, the Lecco who is still resolute even through my chest, but still holds my heart and is still full of warmth in my hands—"

Jorez muttered calmly, his heart already in Recco's hands.

Joritz, who had been dead for many years, felt her heart begin to beat in the warmth of Recco's palm.

I felt my blood start to flow again.

I felt that the body that left traces of corruption began to become pure little by little.

"Farewell, I love."

"Farewell, one."

A final goodbye.

Lecque's hand tightened in the gentlest way, and the heart that had regained its beating turned into a pool of fiery red blood.

Joritz's body disintegrated little by little, and disappeared little by little.

Finally, one of the brightest fragments of endless love radiates a warm glow.

And then suddenly merged into Leko's body!

Demon blood gushes out of Reko's body!

The power of the archangel erupts from Lecco's soul!

Jo Rez left her last gift!

From the Dark Soul Stone, Joritz, who once burned his soul for the sake of Bourkeso, Vader, left his last gift.

The blood of the soul of Azmodan!

The power that was once left in the Dark Soul Stone and suppressed the other half of Bourkeso's soul consciousness and fused with the blood of the two archangels, Imprius and Oriel!

Vader has reclaimed her lover's soul from Azmodan's hands, and by the time she has completed her last deal, the soul is finally free!

The blood of the archangels, the blood of the demon kings of hell!

Whole soul!

Lecco's tears finally broke completely, and one by one they shattered on the stone bed that held all the warm memories of a couple.

The furious momentum of Lecco began to spread, and the power that had once suppressed a generation was unreservedly vented on the sacred mountain of Harlogas!

Little by little, the stone house was reduced to ashes.

"Joritz, even though your title of 'Warrior' has been spurned by glory the moment you were corrupted, you are still my Warrior."

Lecco muttered to herself in the midst of the change.

As the legendary barbarian, Leko has done her duty, and now she has to do something for her husband.

"Hah!"

Lecco's voice is no longer hoarse, it has become high-pitched and high-pitched!

A war cry resounded throughout Harlogas!

The earth began to tremble, and the High Heavens trembled as well!

In the burning hell, Bal's hair stands on end!

Diablo, who is manipulating Leah's consciousness, shuddersies! Loosen your grip on Leah!

Oriel appeared at the foot of the sacred mountain of Harogas, and the Prius was hideous about her face!

Even Iseriel, hidden from Dr. Manhattan's sight, raised his head!

The spirit of the ancestors, the creator of legends!

The chief of the Bull Tribe!

The supreme leader of that generation of barbarians!

Recôme! It's back!

With an endless hatred for demons!

With the deepest dissatisfaction with the High Heavens!

There is also a trace of guilt for his lover, even if this guilt is small, but it is deeply engraved in Lecco's soul!

"Hell."

Prius' face was filled with horror.

At this moment, he understood why Vader at that time would do whatever it takes, even if it made his soul burn like a puddle of flying ashes!

What Jo Ruiz did, he already understood!

The other half of the soul in Bourkeso's mind has lost its seal!

And the soul as a last resort! At this point, I began to wake up little by little!

Bourkeso doesn't have much time left!

The other half, which contains fragility and carries the past, and represents Bourkeso's deepest expectations, will be exposed to the Dark Soul Stone, Andariel!

Unless, when that half of the soul is freed, Bourkeso is immediately whole!

Only by doing so can Bourkeso get the chance to become a god!

But a complete soul cannot overcome fear!

Because the Prius can't accept this result!

When Diablo reappears, it will definitely be stronger than he understands.

Diablo is one such guy who gets tougher with every fight.

Sometimes it's a conspiracy, sometimes it's more technical.

A series of battle cries rang out from the sacred mountain of Harogas!

The return of Lecco has made these ancestors begin to reconcile!

Now, the Barbarians have a second surviving powerhouse!

Even if all the Ancestors were horrified that this had happened, even if all the Ancestors felt the return of Laceache!

There was some confusion in Ying He's battle cry, because there seemed to be something wrong with Rekou's war cry.

Especially that terrible rage!

This should have been Bourkeso's patent.

"Roar!"

At this time, Bourkeso let out a battle cry!

A louder roar sounded louder than before!

A momentum more ferocious than Lecco swept by!

The ancestors didn't know why Bourkeso let out such a confrontational war cry, but Bourkeso was the king of the barbarians!

"Bourkeso! Bless! Make move! I! ”

The three ancestors in front of the gate of the holy mountain shouted loudly!

They swung their weapons and slapped them their chests!

The three ancestors trusted Bourkeso far more than Vorusk and Rekou!

Bourkeso is their friend, their support for centuries of battle!

It is the most solid fortress of the barbarians!

Mokot also roared loudly!

The shadow of no mercy is condensed little by little! Pounding heavily on the ground of the sacred mountain of Harogas!

Bourkeso is the strong man he recognizes, and it is Mokot's hope to realize his obsession!

It is the best interpretation of all hopes of this barbarian!

Anda Curgas held aloft the phantom of the Oath Keeper and raised his head in the most reverent gesture.

The roar blended into Bourkeso's roar!

The Oath Keeper is the first legend that Bourkeso received that belonged to the Ancestors, because Anda Curgas believed that Bourkeso would keep his oath!

Because Bourkeso has the power to make all those who take the oath keep their oath!

Little by little, the power is starting to gather!

Orark, Koor, Kotur, Cassius, Calgar, Karn, Orungus, and other ancestors roared together!

The battle cry converged from the chaos at the beginning into the most magnificent, brutal, and savage loud noise!

The ancestors who trusted Bourkeso would not ask why, because Bourkeso had proven himself worthy of their trust!

"Bourkeso! Bless me! ”

The loud roar made the recruits on the Holy Mountain tremble, and the barbarian friends were terrified!

They simply don't understand what's going on!

For these little ones who have been in the sacred mountain of Harogas for less than a year, there is no way to feel the glory and the light that has not yet dimmed in the hundreds of years of fighting!

"With the blood of Recoco! With the glory of the bull! ”

A strange roar rang out, it was Kanuk's voice!

That's just following in the footsteps of Lecco, just for that moment of love, just for a moment of eye sight!

Just for, that long and desolate sigh of affection!

Kanuk is a brilliant barbarian and a determined and formidable warrior!

But in his heart, only Leko was the one and only.

He has never wavered, and he has never fallen into darkness!

But that's because Lecco has always stood in the right place, standing in the midst of a glorious death!

"There are never two leaders among the barbarians who appear at the same time at the same time."

Vorusk left Joodunkule behind and appeared directly outside the Elder's Temple, and the Immortal King suit on his body began to radiate majesty!

He muttered with an ugly face.

"Although, Bourkeso is already the strongest, stronger than Leko, stronger than me, stronger than Kanai, and maybe even he is already the strongest Bourkeso."

Vorusk smiled wryly.

One surrenders, or the other keeps his mouth shut.

An ancient rule born out of the wilderness.

Only the undisputed strongest can lead the barbarians.

Because only the strongest can fight for this race that has never enjoyed a rich living environment!

Appeasement of cowardice?

Barbarians don't do such a thing, they have no choice but to fight in the face of survival!

"Reco, are you going to fight for the responsibility of the Barbarian King!?"

Vorusk roared loudly according to the procedure of that barbarian rule!

He needs to ask Recou's thoughts, and if Recole chooses to fight for this responsibility, then Bourkeso must fight!

With Vorusk's roar, a fire began to burn on the stone pillars outside the Elder's Temple!

Although the ancestors of the Holy Mountain, with the exception of Kanuk, were on the side of Bourkeso.

But Lecco wasn't alone.

Canuk ......

Vorusk was outraged, it was a disappointment with Kanuk.

An ancestor firmly chose what he loved in front of the ethnic group.

It's not a mistake, but it should never happen at the most critical juncture of the barbarians!

He didn't know how Recco came back to life, but he had a guess.

This speculation brought dangerous anger in Vorusk's eyes!

"Come on!"

Bourkeso's body landed like a meteorite outside the Elder's Temple.

The ground shook constantly, and the Holy Mountain of Harogas began to stir in the wrath of Bourkeso!

Whiskers fluttering!

The armor on his body hung like a patchwork of wararmor.

Nothing was hidden, and the armor was what he looked like after the battle with Masayar!

The armor was full of traces of battle, and the remnants of the breath of death hung on the armor.

Scars, everywhere!

Knife wounds, sword wounds, burns, punctures, flames, arcane, thorns!

All imaginable injuries can be seen in Bourkeso's body!

You can't see much good skin on the bulging muscles!

A flagpole with a thick bowl mouth stands behind Bourkeso! Pressed against his back!

The battle flag is covered with cracks, and the pattern on it can no longer be seen!

The flagpole is full of trauma and looks like it will break at any moment!

This is what Bourkeso is the strongest!

This is what Bourkeso is true about!

There's no neat suit armor!

Meticulous hair without detangling!

There was not the slightest hesitation or calmness in his eyes, only the fanaticism for battle, the anger for all injustice and all unkindness!

Grow in battle!

Achievement in victory!

Stand at the forefront of the killing, blaze a trail!

Glory in the Devil's Scream!

Bourkeso is a legend in his own right!

"Do you want to avenge Joritz! Recôme! ”

Bourkeso roared loudly!

He had already felt what Joriz had done in the Dark Soul Stone.

But that's his compatriots!

Vader is his comrade-in-arms! His buddy!

Bourkeso silently endured the aftermath of that time, but he only bore the most dangerous ending by himself!

Even gave Jo Rez a chance to choose!

As long as Joriz can be shaken even for a moment in the face of Rorschach!

He was willing to keep Joritz's soul behind!

But Jorez finally let him down!

Unwaveringly brandished his weapon at Rorschach, that paranoia cannot be forgiven!

"Get your fate at the mercy of Joritz! Fight with the cold eyes of the king of the barbarians!

Do you want to fight for a warrior who has finally become corrupted, when in the eyes of the immortal king and the current king, hurts the interests of the barbarians?

Recôme! Answer me! ”

The flames of anger began to rise in Bourkeso's body, with a fierce, murderous intent, and a resolute rage!

For Joritz's choice, Bourkeso was outraged!

That's not the anger of betrayal!

It's a pity for a warrior who has completely lost his glory!

"Bourkeso, do you regret it!"

A shrill roar rang out!

A figure that could not be discerned with the naked eye passed through all the obstacles on the ground!

A powerful warrior who only knows how to go straight and never takes a detour!

A berserk leader who encounters an obstacle that only crushes it!

"Bourkeso! You can stop Joritz! ”

Lecco's shrill roar, like a sharp knife, tore at the fierceness and anger brought by Bourkeso!

"Under justice! Within the rules! Freedom for all! ”

Bourkeso roared loudly! He wasn't going to defend anything!

He didn't want to tell Reccle how many chances he gave Joritz!

How much trust he gave Vida!

I don't even want to mention what I'm fighting against!

But Bourkeso will not tolerate the attacks of others!

It's okay to question!

That's the venting of emotions out of control!

Cry?

That's okay too!

Bourkeso will avoid all the grief, prepare the strongest wine for them, and let the drunkenness paralyze the pain of the moment!

But an attack full of murderous intent!

This is not something that compatriots should do!

This is not a tolerable runaway!

Face Bourkeso! Lecco knows exactly what she's doing!

Then you should bear the consequences!

Bourkeso twisted his body, his thick arm swinging like a great axe at Recco's throat!

Barbarians don't do this kind of thing to kill in advance because of a possible threat!

I won't turn around and hold the past accountable after the rules are established!

But if you do something wrong, you will be held responsible!

Lecco knew this all too well, so she put an end to Joritz's sin herself!

But Jorez left one last gift, digging out the strongest of the strongest foundations from Bourkeso's growing foundation!

For love.

Crazy?

Lecco is the most loving presence on the sacred mountain of Harlogas!

She knew Vader was Joritz, but she had never taken her husband's face seriously!

She knew Kanuk's heat, but she never wavered in the slightest from her unacceptable love!

Lecco is here for love!

Love the barbarians!

Love your husband!

Love your offspring!

Love life!

Love everything worth loving!

What does it mean to lose love?

Recco finally let go of the pain of losing Joritz, and finally got used to the countless years when her lover couldn't recognize each other.

I finally made up my mind to end my lover's sin with my own hands!

But Joritz's desperate love still broke Lecque's sanity!

Angry, irascible, and belligerent are the most prominent labels of a barbarian!

Correct or what? That doesn't matter!

This time, Lecco has to fight for love!

It was the only thing she could do before fate took her back upon her!

Ephemeral freedom!

For Jo Ritz!

……

"A battle between the strong that has not been seen for a long time, what do you think? Orek? ”

Jotun Kuler took the small stone in his hand and made the final adjustments little by little.

By the way, ask the soul of Orek next to him.

Orek didn't answer, just looked into the distance with sad eyes.

"What? Don't you want to see this fight? I remember if you didn't like the performance of strong fights the most? ”

Jotun Kuler said with a grin.

The voice is still high, frivolous and nonchalant.

"Do you think that Lecco has a chance to hurt the current Bourkeso? I remember that the secret realm you are in charge of has the mark of Leko, right? ”

Jotun Kuler continued to ask, drawing a knife from his hand and gently carving it into the stone in his hand.

A vast secret realm, this is what he promised Bourkeso.

You can't miss the appointment.

Lecco has no chance of winning.

Jotun Kuhler is clear.

Even when he had beheaded the Great Demon God, Bourkeso had already surpassed Vorusk and Lyco.

Now there's only one question, and that's what choice Lecco will make.

Jotun Kuler wanted to laugh.

His chosen companion had never had the names of Lyco or Voruske, and Bourkeso was the one he wanted most!

Did Nephilim need so much to become a god?

Maybe you need it, you don't need it.

"Kanai, our choice will prove to be the right one!"

Jotun Kuler thought a little distractedly.

The stone in his hand flashed with a burst of light!

The final preparations for the secret realm have been completed.

The next thing is to wait for this battle to come to an end.

Jotun Culler wondered if Boulkeso would be able to completely suppress the scheming fellows after the battle with Lecque.

"There is no ambition and no eyes. Is that you? Bourkeso? Hmph, hahahaha~"

……

"Now is the best chance, ally."

Diablo muttered softly.

He knew that annihilation could be heard.

The High Heavens are watching everything on the sacred mountain of Harogas, and they will not find out what is happening in the Burning Hell.

Even Tyrell, who was protecting Leorik in the midst of the burning hell, would not have noticed what had happened during that time.

Bourkeso is facing another legendary attack!

Even if Leorik sent a message for help, by the time Bourkeso found time to arrive, Leorik was already in the past.

Annihilation is a natural enemy for Skeletron, and it probably doesn't take a moment.

Diablo didn't know if it was already over, and if Azmodan had already met this ending, but that didn't matter.

The brother he has always looked down on has created such an excellent opportunity!

Diablo suddenly wanted to be proud of Azmodean's ball!

Baal will not stand in the way of annihilation.

Diablo is very sure!

Because Barr will understand! This is the price he will have to pay after devouring Mephisto!

Barr could understand.

In the midst of the burning hell, there is only one person who can understand Diablo's thoughts from beginning to end!

Barr is smart, and he knows what the consequences will be if he gets in the way!

Is it to catch your breath for a while, to see if you have a chance to get out of Diablo's machinations?

Or did you choose to break the net at that time?

Trade your presence for Diablo's temporary defeat?

Barr will make that right choice!

"I'm curious, what do you think of your brother? Have you never cherished anything? ”

The vanishing phantom slowly appeared, and he said this with his mouth.

Diablo didn't answer the question, but urged Annihilation to act quickly: "Ally, this opportunity is very rare, if you have other plans, I can also wait a little longer." ”

Diablo's words made Annihilation look at him deeply.

From Diablo's body, Annihilation finally sensed the danger.

Annihilation no longer appears high above its own power.

This danger has given birth to an undetectable fear of annihilation.

Diablo wanted to laugh in the bottom of his heart.

He saw the door further!

A rule incarnates fear, and that's the most delicious and nutritious dessert!

"Remember your promises, and the price to pay!"

Annihilation is out!

In the midst of that strange fear, annihilation spoke!

The voice, with the power of the rules, began to sweep through the wreckage of Asgard!

Annihilation disappeared without seeing that the power of that rule was absorbed by Diablo in an instant!

Everything for the Dreadful will be in his hands!

No exceptions!