"Anda, what the hell have you been through?"

Madolph looked at Anda Coolgas, who had just returned to the Holy Mountain not long ago, with a serious expression.

Originally, he just wanted to complain to Anda about the regret of not being able to participate in the battle, and by the way, he had a fight with Anda to relieve his boredom, but he keenly sensed that something was wrong with Anda.

Anda Curgas's body faintly appeared the breath that once belonged to Barr!

Even if Anda himself died at the hands of Baal's power, this aura should not be repeated in this situation!

That power is called destruction!

Although Madoc lost his status as a prophet after his death, he was still very familiar with the aura of the Demon Kings of Hell.

Although the aura coming from Anda's body was too weak to be sure, Madolph couldn't convince himself that it hadn't happened.

Madolph, who has guarded the gates of the Holy Mountain for hundreds of years, cannot forget the breath of Baal.

"Madoc, I just saw a demon that uses dreams, like a nightmare?"

Anda waved the weapon in his hand and said with a big grin.

Anda Coolgas, who was simply a warrior and tribal leader, could not understand what Madolph, who had once been a prophet, felt.

"It's just that I saw Baal in a dream, is there anything wrong?"

Anda Curgas didn't pay much attention to this, but out of respect for Madolphk, he tried to recall the experience.

"I looked at it like a still picture, and there was nothing wrong with it. The hellish cubs were on their knees when they saw Baal. ”

"I always felt that something was wrong."

Madolph looked skeptical.

"I have to tell Bourkeso about this, if Baal's breath does appear in this world, it can't end so easily."

Madoc was still not reassured.

"It's best to leave this kind of thing to Bourkeso, and it just so happens that this guy doesn't seem to have anything to do lately."

Anda nodded, agreeing with Maddock's statement.

Their ancestors had long since died, and now they were only souls who appeared on the sacred mountain of Harogas to maintain their existence.

But Barr's words alone don't seem to cause much trouble if he doesn't even tell Bourqueso.

After all, the seven-in-one Great Demon God Diablo was beheaded by Bourkeso, and just one Baal didn't seem to be a big trouble.

It's just that before Bourkeso deals with Baal again, I don't know how many people will die for it. Barbarians are still responsible, and they will not hand over the risks they bring to others.

"Who made him the next Immortal King?"

"Hasn't he inherited the name yet! When exactly will the barbarians have a third immortal king? ”

Anda said casually with some dissatisfaction, originally after the completion of the reconstruction of Seschelon, Bourkeso would become the new Immortal King, but no one expected that Masayl would suddenly appear in Hallogas.

Madolph waved his hand and didn't intend to continue on the subject, he made a decision, and then called out Bourkeso's name.

A blue portal appeared, and Bourkeso stepped on the Holy Mountain with just one step.

"Madoc, what's the matter with you?"

Bourkeso waved a book that was a little too small for him, and his deep voice did not make out any emotion.

After hearing Madolph's call, he rushed over as soon as possible.

These ancestors would only call his name when they felt it was necessary, or they would have to wait for Bourkeso's own attention to find out.

"Did you feel Baal's breath from Anda's body at that time?"

Madoc had a rare look of seriousness.

When it comes to the Hell Demon King, even Madoc wouldn't be giggled.

"Barr? I was choking the demon's neck and didn't pay much attention to Anda. ”

Bourkeso looked thoughtful, his long thick eyebrows huddled together.

At that time, after Anda returned to the human world, he cleanly untied the body made of anger and returned to the holy mountain.

"But how could Baal appear in this world, at that time, the Dark Soul Stone was completely absorbed by Masayr, and even if Baal's soul still exists, it will not come to this world with us."

Bourkeso made such a judgment.

There are no fragments of the Dark Soul Stone on the sacred mountain of Harogas, and Masayr will not let the demon's soul escape his grasp.

The Angel of Death itself is the most hostile demon being, and even if he can't completely destroy the Hell Demon King, who also represents the rules, he won't let the demon appear.

"I think so, too, but I can't think of anything other than Baal, that aura of destructive power."

Burceso nodded at Madolph's statement.

Breaking this rule does not manifest itself in the hell of this world.

Whether it's Satan or whatever, the rules represented don't reach the level of destruction.

The embodiment of the rules represents the opportunity to step on the strongest, but the rules are not necessarily suitable for combat.

For example, the unlucky guy of Bire, the rules of lies allow him to confuse the real with the unreal, but when it comes to head-on combat, he is not as good as the chokeholders in the ancestors' secret realms.

It can't be said that the choker is better than the king of lies. It's just that the Lord of Lies doesn't have much of a handle at battle.

"I'll be careful, but you should give me back my car."

Bourkeso shook his head, slicing the suspicions about Baal behind him. He'll be looking, but he can't rush it now.

He's already made a note of the traffic rules, and it's almost time for Coulson to help him with his driver's license.

But driving required at least one car, and he didn't really want to rebuild it.

As for buying a new one, that's completely impossible.

Bourkesso doesn't like the same thing that someone else has made after casting the finished product himself.

In Bourqueso's opinion, what is made by him is the best, and with the best, why make something that is not good enough?

If it weren't for the fact that the power of the original legendary equipment was formed by the legends they forged, Bourkeso would have re-forged these legendary equipment one by one.

Even if Bourkesso's imitation is almost identical to the original, the original legend that belongs to the equipment itself cannot be copied.

Imitation can only get an approximate result.

"Your car probably fell under the cliff to the west, and after Rasuk couldn't get the right to drive, the guy who went to copy it himself is almost finished, so take your car back."

Madoc returned to his usual playful appearance, and dragged Anda towards the Elder's Temple.

He was going to tell Vorussk, the former Immortal King, about this, anyway, this guy was idle, and it would be better for him to go and discuss with Burkeso.

If it weren't for the fact that only living barbarians could have become prophets, they wouldn't be living a leisurely life in a daze.

The ancestors who incarnated as souls and existed in Harorgas eventually lost the Nephilim bloodline that only existed in the physical body.

They won't continue to get stronger.