"Bourkeso was the first to stand in front of Masayer, and he did not disappoint everyone who believed in him."

Inprius said calmly, and glanced at Tyrell beside him by the way.

Even no one can argue with such a claim.

If what happened at that time was not so unexpected, Bourkeso might have gathered the power of the Seven Demon Kings and the Archangels of Wisdom on himself by now.

When the time comes, all it takes is the other archangels to make sacrifices, or pray that Rasmar can still give Burkeso a hard blow at a critical time, as he has done in the past.

"So, where is he now? Why didn't you come to see me! ”

Johannah's voice was relieved.

Now that Bourkeso had already fought, she would no longer be disappointed.

As long as a flag does not fall, it can be as if it were in the past.

It's just that Bourkeso didn't appear in front of her, and Johanna was a little disappointed.

Compared to the older angels, she still trusts some of the Bourkeso who has been with her for a long time.

It wasn't just a comrade-in-arms, Buurkeso was also Johanna's guide.

It was Bourkeso who gave Johanna a chance to become strong instead of dying early in the famine brought by the demons.

"Perhaps, he is watching the arrival of Burning Hell."

Tyrell's face changed slightly, the arrival of the High Heaven is worth celebrating, but the arrival of the Burning Hell is also a matter of vigilance.

Archangels are different from the Hell Demon Kings, they archangels must concentrate their energies on the present life of the High Heavens, and even use their usual weapons to maintain the power of the High Heavens.

And the Hell Lords with the Shadow Fang don't need extra protection for Burning Hell.

The demons of Hell disappeared long after the Seven Demon Kings were sealed.

As a result, he escaped the sweep of Masayle.

Even if the Demon King of Hell obtained the source of power in that burning hell, it would not make the archangels fearful.

Andariel, Dureel, and Alzmodean are finished!

At this time, there are only lies, fear, destruction, and hatred, and the power of the Hell Demon King and the archangels who have lost their weapons are still on the same level.

"Burning hell? The Seven Demon Kings have been revived!? ”

Johanna raised the broken blade in her hand and slammed Arakaut's epiphany to the ground.

She's ready to fight at any time, and as long as she needs her strength, Johannah will never hesitate!

The strongest of the Holy Cult began to glow, and the power of the law began to spread wave after wave towards the surroundings.

"There are no Seven Demon Kings now."

Prius stepped out of Anderson's body, revealing a human-like appearance.

Alexander Anderson went limped to the ground the moment Imprius left his body.

"Andariel was sealed in the Dark Soul Stone by Bourkeso, and Azmodan and Duriel became his power completely."

Prius threw Anderson's body into the spring that had just been revived by the High Heavens, and said with a smug look on his face.

All this was done under his watchful eye, and Bourkeso was helped by him.

Courage is proud of this, he helps people who have always deserved help, entrusting his person to the right object.

"Is it no longer justice but courage that is guiding us this time? It seems that this time the situation is a little more serious. ”

Johanna looked at Imprius with scrutinizing eyes.

She was talking about the last time she became a human archangel was Tyrell, and this time she became courage.

When is justice particularly important?

Of course, justice will only be brought up when the two forces have not completely separated the winners and losers.

If everything is headed for the darkest path, what people need is hope to guide the way.

Only when the flame of hope is about to be extinguished, courage is the last resort.

The appearance of the Prius in human form caused Johannah to miscalculate.

She looked back at the High Heaven behind her, and let out an exclamation.

"Solarion, Ormeshro, and the Radiance of the Feather? Courage, Justice, and Hope have lost their weapons, can you still fight the Demon King of Hell? ”

Johannah closed her eyes and gently licked her cracked lips as she spoke.

Her voice was firm and powerful, warm without appearing harsh.

But the consternation was audible to everyone.

"Weapons are just a way for us to unleash our power, and we're still us."

Tyrell said something twisty and cast his gaze into hell.

Burning Hell is coming over there, too, and they can't stop it.

Or rather, the archangels had no intention of stopping this from happening.

Of course, what is needed to become the creator god is the whole thing, and the burning hell is naturally in it.

Even though Tyrrell didn't want to see the creator god appear, he couldn't go against the others.

At this time, the Council of Anglis will not be on his side.

Do you still want to stubbornly turn yourself into a mortal and intervene yourself like when you faced Imprius before?

He didn't have that power, and the Nephitians, who had been relying on him, wouldn't agree to it.

The Archangels of Justice will not fight to lose.

"I felt the breath of Bourkeso, I fulfilled my promise, and what I guarded remained until I fell."

Johan opened his eyes and dragged his tired body open a portal.

A near-indefatigable Nephilim showed his weakness, and the archangels couldn't ask Johanna to do more.

She had already done her best for the existence of a high-level heaven, and no one could ask her to do anything anymore.

The Holy Army fights for noble ideals and binds itself with the law.

This group does not go straight to the scene like barbarians, but will count the necessity of the battle before the battle, and then state the sins of the other party.

They have order, and at this time the Anglis Council collectively approves of something.

"You never promised us anything, Johannah."

Tyrrell said with some emotion.

Compared to the barbarians, it was the Holy Cult Army that made him more trustworthy.

Facing Johannah, Tyrell will be a little more emotional.

Because the Holy Cult Army never needed the presence of the Righteous Archangel to uphold justice.

"No, the promise was made, on my first day as a member of the Holy Army."

Johanna whispered, her armor emitting a glimmer of light.

"Now go to Bourkeso, and we'll keep all the light and good forever."

Imprius said with a smile.

He had hated humans with demonic blood, and he had fought against Nephilim for it.

But no angel would hate Johannah, and no Nephilim would be hostile to Johannah.

This is a truly holy man, a saint to look up to.

"Sage of Thorns, I still think that's the best title for you, Johannah."

Tyrrell stepped into the void, like a staircase.

Step by step, he walked very firmly, and with each time he raised his foot, the gate of the High Heaven opened a little softly.

It's like a home to welcome a wanderer returning home, full of warmth.

He walked past Johannah, then turned and stood before the gates of the High Heavens, just as Imprius had done.

Now he is the gatekeeper of the High Heavens, replacing Imprius as the first archangel to meet the enemy!

Courage has relinquished its authority and surrendered its person.

Although he is still him, courage is no longer an archangel.

The remnants of Anderson's strength can only allow him to enjoy the treatment of an angel, and he can no longer face enemies on behalf of the High Heavens.

"I don't want us to see each other next time when we're fighting side by side, Archangels."

Johanna didn't look back, and said softly as she faced the portal in front of her.

Nephilim and the archangels were fighting side by side meant that everything had reached the most critical juncture, and Johannah didn't want to see that kind of sign.

Fighting with the Archangels means that the world may have come to the brink of destruction.

The last time this happened was when Masayr crushed the High Heaven with a furious stance, and the Seven Demon Kings of Hell could only wail.

"The next time I come to the High Heavens, I hope to see that the noble ones who have been coming and going endlessly have put on their wings of light, and I hope that you have given the noble ones a home."

Johanna left this sentence and went straight through the portal.

She wasn't going to stay here any longer, the view of the High Heaven had seen enough when she was watching alone.

Johanna stepped on the scorched red ground of hell and slowly opened her chapped lips and whispered.

"Long time no see, Bourkeso."

"Welcome back, Johannah."

……

Bourkeso appeared in Hell before the High Heavens were about to descend.

The blockade that had been in front of the Breaker's hammer had been broken.

And those guys in hell have no intention of restoring the blockade.

So Bourkeso just told Vorusk and went straight to hell.

But the sight of Hell made him understand that the Demon King of Hell had been hiding in this place for a long time.

According to Anda Kurgas and the Three Patriarchs, hell should not be empty.

Although those little demons were not very powerful, that little time was not enough for the ancestors who came over before to completely kill this place.

There is a familiar hint of this change.

If it weren't Diablo, it would just be Barr and Mephisto.

Billie didn't reveal the slightest bit of information, so it was only Barr and Mephisto who were responsible for all this.

The burning sensation in hell is growing.

Bourkeso pumped out the blue rage, feeling the anger faintly coming from above.

Even though the Ephere was corrupted, the legend did not become a demonic weapon along with the fall of the Ephal.

The power of the angels is still there, still for the original purpose.

"Shadow Fang."

Bourkeso muttered quietly.

Anything that can change Azur's anger is only what causes Epsil to be corrupted.

The last vestiges of the seven-headed dragon Tasamet.

How could an ordinary legend destroy that kind of existence.

Even the original Bourkeso's twin blades were very difficult to achieve.

In addition, the strength of Yishuer is far inferior to the level of the archangel, and the stubbornness did not bring him the results he wanted after all.

Bourkeso stood quietly on the land of hell, silently observing everything around him, trying to find the traces of the Demon King of Hell.

To be able to do that, those guys are pretty much done.

As he glanced around, Johannah's figure appeared in front of him.

It would be false to say that he was not excited, but Bourkeso's emotions rarely show anything other than anger.

The news that Johannah might be back was told to him by the Prius a long time ago, so he was calm.

Johannah was dressed in armor, and after greeting Bourkeso, she turned around and watched the Burning Hell solidify little by little.

She silently took two steps back and stood half a step behind Bourkeso.

The dull suit on his body stubbornly emitted a halo.

Bourkeso is the leader of the human race that she recognizes, and she follows the rules, but is different from the mages.

The rules of the Holy Cult are used to restrain themselves, not to excuse themselves.

They don't talk about the rules, but they look at the innocents and wail in front of them.

"Johannah, go back and take off your armor to me, and I'll help you fix it like new."

With a solemn look in his eyes, Bourkeso watched as the Burning Hell devoured the original Hell little by little, and gradually began to exude boundless demonic fire. He spoke in the most bland tone, as if Johannah had never been separated from each other.

Bourkeso was not good at expressing his feelings in words, but this most accustomed tone was what Johannah wanted.

Listening to Bourquesor's words in the same tone they had used to fight together, a smile appeared on Johanna's face for the first time in a long time.

"It's still the same, remember to help me wax it."

Johanna tapped the shield on her other hand with the broken handle of her pig-killing knife, making a dull sound.

This was the way the Holy Army greeted, but Bourkeso frowned.

The shield in Johannah's hand came from his hand, and the sound was a little unpleasant.

He could imagine from the somewhat dragging sound what a terrible battle Johanna had endured.

"I'm sorry I didn't get everything out of the way at the time."

Bourkeso's tone was still steady, and he ignored Andariel, who was making a lot of noise in his head, and said lightly.

For the disasters that befell his companions, Bourkeso felt guilty.

It's just that these emotions can't be heard in the tone.

If he had prepared the ancestors a little earlier, if he had not fully listened to the future that Vorusk had explained, and had chosen to be ready for everything and wait for the battle with Masayir, everything might have turned out differently.

But now to say how much the past is worth regretting, this is not the style of barbarians.

He could only say sorry in a deep voice.

"Bourkeso, a leader never fights alone. Maybe it was us who faced Masayir together, and none of this would have happened. It's not your fault. ”

Johanna said with a frown.

She still has lingering fears about the madness of Masayer.

It is the death of the vastness beyond comprehension, and it is the power of wisdom.

In the face of Masayir at that time, the archangel did not form the slightest effective resistance, and the Demon King of Hell constantly wailed in Masayar's body, trying to corrupt all forces to fight.

That tragic and disgusting sense of contradiction made Johanna still have some complaints about Bourkeso.

But he didn't think Bourkeso should apologize for the incident.

"The strong should have endured more, rather than pinning everything on the sacrifice of their partners."

Bourkeso didn't intend to dwell on the matter. The conversation came to an abrupt end, and Bourkeso crushed the glass bottle in his hand, clutching the residue into powder bit by bit, and scattering it in the blazing air of hell.

The arrival of Burning Hell was a foregone conclusion, but he had found no trace of the Demon King of Hell.

This is unusual.

The vastness of the Burning Hell is beyond imagination, like the higher heavens that can never be explored.

But unlike the High Heavens, which can see different scenery at every moment, the Burning Hell has only the endless demonic fire and desolation.

"The Burning Ground is coming, and you don't have anything you want to do?"

Johanna rubbed her shield, her tone a little unwilling.

She wanted to stop everything about Hell from appearing in her eyes, but there wasn't much she could do at this point.

At least she didn't even know why Burning Hell was here.

But that didn't stop Johannah from wondering about it.

The never-ending battle is about to begin, and Johannah, who has lived from the era of the War of Original Sin, is hostile to Burning Hell.

Endless demons, countless good people are filled with hatred when death comes.

It was a time of extreme darkness, and humanity could not find even a safe place to live.

"I wanted to tear those two demon gods directly, but they hid well. If Burning Hell comes, it will be harder to find traces of them afterwards. ”

Bourke pulled out a bottle of wine, knocked it off and poured it into his mouth.

He didn't say why, perhaps because he didn't think it was a question worth exploring.

Burning hell is unstoppable when it comes.

The aura on Bourkeso's body loomed, ready for battle at any time.

The conspiracy of the Hell Demon King is the most terrifying thing about them, in countless years of fighting, it is not that there are no strong men who can match the Hell Demon King, but they all fell under the conspiracy in the end.

On the contrary, it is the best outcome to fight the Hell Demon King head-on, victory or defeat.

Survive or die.

Simple multiple-choice questions, all it takes is strength to make a choice.

"Listen, Johannah. If you can't destroy the Shadow Fang, then the coming of Burning Hell is unstoppable. The last guy who tried to do this was called Epchuer. ”

Bourkeso pondered his words for a moment before he spoke.

He was feeling a little bored.

Even if Burning Hell did come to this world, and Bourkeso, who had received the promise of death and eternal help, was not worried about things going out of hand.

At least the demons born in the Burning Hell will definitely be restricted.

Demons want to appear everywhere like they invade the Sanctuary? That's dreaming!

While death and eternity may be happy for the battle between them, it is inevitable that they will fulfill their promises.

As long as they want something out of Bourkeso, they won't tear up the previous agreement.

As for destroying the Shadow Fangs? That's at least something that the five archangels can do together, and the current Bourkeso is a little bit close.

"Shadow Fang. This damn thing again. ”

Johannah's face became more and more ugly.

I didn't think about death at all, and I was willing to give death to an object left by half of the creator god.

By the way, Johannah doesn't know the rules that exist in this world.

But there's no need to worry, Johannah will know, and she'll have a long time to understand what Bourkeso has done in this world as soon as the matter in front of her is over.

"Bourkeso, what about the brown bread you always carry? Give me two first. ”

Johannah said as she licked her lips.

She hadn't found any decent food when she was in the High Heavens, and she was already hungry by this time.

Although her strong body had not become emaciated, her face had turned a little yellow.

Bourkeso was a little strange when he heard this, but he still took out a half-black loaf of bread from his backpack.

Two loaves of bread collided against each other with a muffled sound.

"I remember you saying that even if you starved to death, you wouldn't see black bread from me again."

A half-black loaf of bread in Bourqueso's hand appeared in front of Johannah's face.

That was when the two of them first met, and Johannah, who was not yet a member of the Holy Army, was just a hungry little girl.

The half of the black bread she had eaten when she was a child, and she could still see a few small tooth marks on it.

It was a very difficult time, and even though the young Johannah had gnawed her teeth, she was still strong enough to eat half of the black bread.

There is no way, if you don't eat, you will starve to death.

"Haven't I starved to death yet!?"

Johannah rolled her eyes and snatched the black bread, biting into her mouth with a crisp cracking sound.

Now Johanna is so powerful that she can ignore the hardness of this black loaf, and as a profession with strength as the main attribute, the Holy Cult Army also has the most powerful physique among professionals.

Not to mention that Johannah is still a Holy Cult Army walking on a thorny path.

"It's almost indistinguishable from when I was a kid."

Johannah didn't chew much of the half of the French eyebrow stick, and swallowed it directly.

Then an ugly expression appeared on his face.

"It's still so stuck."

Johanna complained, but a look of remembrance appeared in her eyes.

It was a hard and happy childhood.

Following Bourkeso's side and watching Bourkeso set off a rain of blood with his twin knives was the best picture of her childhood.

"That's the half you didn't eat when you were a kid."

Bourkeso said flatly, a pair of eyes looking at the burning hell that was burning in front of him.

Burcesso was not interested in Johannah's remembrance.

Or maybe Bourkeso showed a lack of interest in everything, maybe the battle would cheer him up.

"I remember that the Holy Cult Army didn't have no material desires? Why are you still so resistant to this food? ”

"You call this bread that kills the hard-haired rat food?"

Johannah seemed incredulous, and swallowed a mouthful of bread in her mouth with great difficulty.

It is true that the Holy Cult Army does not have any material desires, but they eat at least normal food when they eat.

Johannah can eat baked potatoes and boiled potatoes with relish, but this brown bread is still a little unacceptable.

This thing can be used as a torture instrument for Dureel, and it is not inconceivable to hit the head and break the skull.

At least Johannah had seen Bourkesso, who was eating, smash the head of a grotesque demon with the black bread the size of a fist left in his hand.

"The barbarians on the Holy Mountain can eat this even if they have no teeth. That's the food, I'm pretty sure. ”

The shadow of Casillas flashed through Bourkeso's mind.

The recruit was rough enough, and his fighting style inherited that of Kanuk's iron-headed guy, and his personality was not much different from Banar's.

Always scolding in his mouth, I don't know if it was affected when I got along with Cassius.

After Kanuk was wounded at the time, it seems that Cassius finally took over the task of training Casillas.

Cassius was probably just too bored at the time.

"You think I'll believe it?"

Johanna was no longer so heavy at this time, and the emotions in her heart had an outlet after seeing Bourkeso.

At least she has a trusted partner and is no longer alone.

"I'll introduce that kid to you when I go back, and that kid won't even snort when he bites off the black bread with his gums."

Bourkeso kept his face peeling and telling a sneer.

Casillas bit off the black bread with his gums and fell unconscious under Kanuk's hooks.

It's a strange thing to be able to hum.

The joke was learned from Li Min.

There is always a joke among the mages that no matter who they are, they can take ten consecutive heavy punches from the barbarians without changing their faces, and at most they can only snort.

For this, Bourkeso also asked Li Min, and then exchanged a roll of his eyes.

The mage's body is definitely not weak, but it has withstood ten punches from the barbarians in a row......

When taking the first punch, there will be a scream at most, and the next nine punches can be regarded as whipping corpses.

"Okay, I remember."

Johanna stretched her body, her blonde hair swaying with her movements, beautiful but not seductive.

Johannah is the most upright warrior, and her integrity can make the dirty inside of the guy feel guilty.

Although I don't know if it's the effect of Johannah's eternal law of justice, her nobility is beyond reproach.

Bursts of fire began to rise, and the demonic flames of hell would make people feel their souls sway in the heat and cold.

The kind of fire that burns the eyes of the weak at the slightest glance is beginning to appear.

The coming of Burning Hell has come to the final moment.

In a remote corner, Barr was stuck in Mephisto's neck.

The distance doesn't affect their sense of the Burning Hell, and they are born from the body of the seven dragons, Tasamet, and have an innate connection to the Shadow Fangs.

This can be felt even in Diablo, as far away as Asgard.

This time is a bit sensitive, and it is impossible for Barr and Mephisto not to pay attention, but the appearance of Bourkeso makes them have to choose to retreat for the time being.

With the addition of a Johannah presence, if they dare to show up, Bourkeso will be able to send them into the Dark Soul Stone and Andariel for company in two clean one-on-one games.

Johannah has the power to make the Three Demon Gods unable to leave for a short time.

As a ubiquitous shield, Johannah divides the battlefield and is top-notch.

"Quiet, Mephisto!"

Baal's voice was full of power, and he was able to suppress his eldest brother among the three demon gods, because in the contest of strength, he was only second only to the strongest Diablo.

Or if Barr doesn't feel fear, destruction is a more powerful force than fear.

"Woo~"

Mephisto was covered by Barr with one hand over his mouth and the other on his spine.

Mephisto's body has only the upper half, and the lower half is a lone vertebrae thrown behind it, looking like a scorpion tail from a distance.

Even though he had a pair of skeletal wings behind him capable of launching a powerful attack, several of Baal's sharp feet were already stuck.

"If you're going to go up and die, it's best if you don't tell Bourkeso I'm not far away, and although he should already know, I don't want to be targeted by Bourkeso."

As Barr spoke, the strength in his hand increased a little more.

He spoke word by word, without much fancy sarcasm in his words.

After Mephisto lost the help of Masayer, it is likely that this guy will not be able to understand the tactful taunt.

In the past, Mephisto would always show a meaningful face when he heard the curvy insults and ridicule.

As a result, he is known as the deep-seated Demon King of Hell, but in fact he may have just memorized those words and pretended to understand them so as not to reveal his stupidity.

The devil knows what kind of strange face Masayer had when he asked him about his vicious taunts.

A crunch could be heard on Mephisto's neck and tail spine, the effect of Barr's increasing force, and Barr was clearly serious about it.

Destroying the body of a demon god is no different from destroying the body of an ordinary person in Baal's opinion.

Destruction is all he has, and he is capable of destroying everything he wants to destroy.

It's just that after Barr had an idea of his own, he was finally tired of the aimless destruction.

It's a pity that destruction is Barr's only value, and he has no choice.

"Now! I'll let go of my hand, and if you make any noise that will mislead me, I'll break your spine and leave! Got it, idiot! ”

Barr said irritably, and after Mephisto nodded with difficulty, he slowly let go of Mephisto's mouth.

The other hand was still tightly gripping Mephisto's spine, and the strength of his hand made Mephisto realize that his brother was not joking.

"I thought you would rush into Burning Hell with me, my brother."

Mephisto let out a deep gasp, his greedy breath in the smell of his home, his eyes mesmerizing.

Faced with Barr's threat, he didn't take it to heart.

Mephisto wasn't very smart, but he was well aware of Barr's situation.

If Barr does something to him, then Barr will have to face Bourkeso alone.

Whether it is the Three Demon Gods or other Demon Kings, Baal is always the one to be wary.

Barr could not do without his Mephisto company, and the destruction of a lone man would only be a target for others.

As for Mephisto, he is different.

His origin is not powerful and does not threaten Diablo itself.

But no one among the Demon Kings of Hell will consider him their first target.

Because the power of hatred is as powerful as it is to affect the scales of victory and defeat.

"You'd better not make me angry, that woman named Hela has been thrown into the Burning Hell, and when the Burning Hell comes, let that woman feel the power of Bourkeso.

Now all we have to do is hide and wait until Bourkeso gets out of here. Nephilim wouldn't have had the patience to stay stuck in front of the gates of hell.

And if humans want to erect a castle here as they have done before, it will only be wishful thinking. ”

Barr had to be irritated to explain his thoughts to Mephisto.

He had tried his best to keep his words simple, and what he feared most now was to see his brother's face unfathomable.

He was afraid that Mephisto would recklessly bury himself, and then he would really be alone.

In the original world, humans built countless castles to ward off the attacks of the armies of hell, but that was a great feat that could only be accomplished with the continuous support of countless powerful men.

Now there was only Bourqueso, even with the addition of Johannah.

They can't do that kind of thing anymore.

The earth may not be big for this world, but this human being is blessed with a place of refuge.

That is, the earth is just a part of this world, and the world connected by Burning Hell is this vast universe.

Two qualified powerhouses with plenty of experience in fighting demons are not enough to protect this world with no end in sight.

And Diablo won't let the High Heavens and Nephilim live smoothly.

This is a doomed thing, Diablo, as the only existence that has successfully become a great demon god, he is really bottomless.

……

In Asgard, Diablo looked at the vanished shadow in front of him, smirking as if he were wearing a mask.

Annihilation is a powerful boost, and with the help of Annihilation, he doesn't even pay a deposit.

Annihilation was a little immature compared to Leorrick, which surprised Diablo.

He had already tested the annihilation in front of him countless times before, and only after knowing that his words were so simple that even Mephisto could feel the depth of meaning in them, the annihilation had some reaction.

This simply made Diablo ecstatic.

Death without knowing how to fight, and annihilation without experiencing conspiracy, these two hugely flawed rules are a gift for Diablo.

Death doesn't fight, so in the face of the fear of not dying, he will only be crushed by a ruthless knife, and he has always been high up and does not understand the annihilation of conspiracy, as long as Diablo can get more information, he is sure to play this fool in the palm of his hand.

If you annihilate this IQ and put it in the burning hell, you will have already been wrapped into dumpling stuffing by the devil.

[It's a pity that the ant hasn't shown up yet, otherwise the lie can say that this idiot is completely controlled!] 】

Diablo counted in his heart.

Then he raised his head and continued to pay attention to the coming of the burning hell through the picture given by the annihilation.

"I still underestimate you."

Annihilation moved his mouth, and his meaning reached Diablo's ears.

"What?"

Diablo is playing dumb, which he rarely does.

Because the archangel and Nephilim, who had fought with them for countless years, knew his essence very well, and it would not be useful to play dumb.

But in the face of annihilation, he can disguise himself as if he is a fool.

It's a great option.

Annihilation is not stupid, it is just "simple".

And this arrogant "god" will like the less intelligent person he works with.

This would make Annihilation feel like he was in a leading position, and everything would have been done at Diablo's behest.

"Is that place called Burning Hell? You've got enough to tempt us all, but you can't defeat a tiny human? ”

There was some amusement on Annihilation's face, and Diablo had a smile on his face.

How could Burning Hell be more powerful than Diablo could be known more than Diablo?

Diablo was laughing at Annihilation's arrogance in his heart, and he was already thinking about how to swallow this guy called Annihilation.

Diablo, the power of destruction, has long been coveted, if it weren't for the fact that the three demon gods were in a strange balance, and Baal enjoyed such an intuitive power as destruction, how could he not be targeted.

No matter what changes have happened to the three demon gods, two are always stronger than one.

If the pain hadn't been split in two by the three of them, then there would have been four demon gods constantly fighting between one-on-one and two-on-two.

Selfishness is in their nature from hell, and even if they are tired of the long battle, they will covet more.

Now Baal is being substituted by Diablo in exchange for Annihilation on his side, but Annihilation has also become a target that Diablo can reach.

How can it be more cost-effective to get a single destruction than to get two creations and two destructions?

Diablo was thinking.

The act of annihilation will not be observed eternally, so Diablo's plot has a chance of success.

As long as you have a complete soul, then no one can escape fear!

"Burning hell is coming, will your brother have anything to say about it?"

Diablo continued to pretend to be stupid, stupid just right.

It just makes the simple annihilation feel the superiority of IQ.

Isn't that what Eternal Hope is?

Something from another world appears in front of them, and then the world is elevated through analysis.

Eternity would not refuse this, just as he did not reject the arrival of the High Heavens.

"Look, your burning hell is coming, and I'm going to have to limit it with my brothers."

Annihilation didn't care what news his words revealed.

Eternity will contact him.

No matter how much benefit an outsider can bring, there will still be necessary precautions.

Especially eternity and death have been agreed with the archangels and the barbarians.

There are only four of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell left, and these four are the most difficult.

After saying that, the annihilated figure left Diablo's side, and Diablo maintained the same appearance as before, motionless.

The Burning Hell is finally completely solidified!

The fire is starting to burn!

At the moment when the Burning Hell replaced the Hell, a black platform slowly rose.

There were seven tall thrones on it, but there was no one on them.

A slender figure walked down with the steps of Rina.

Face Bourkeso and Johannah!