"Leoric, the choice is yours."

Bourkeso didn't have the slightest wave, and he didn't have much to say about death's begging tone.

What does Leorik want?

But it's just an opportunity! Just a chance to get yourself out of Skeletron's shell.

The virtuous king of Canduras should not be like a corrupt undead.

Skeletron's name even has the word "king" in it, but this is just a mockery of Leoric.

The dry bones in the grave, how can it be peaceful.

What he wants is the past except for the long dream in eternal sleep that will never wake up!

"You're asking about my choice? Are you laughing at my will! ”

Leorik screamed loudly, his body trembling and making the sound of bones grinding.

One step forward is to burn hell, a place where you can only fight every day after entering.

There were no more than two dangerous and powerful demon gods, one of whom was staring at him.

Leorik didn't look back, and stepped into the burning hell.

The moment his body passed through the barrier formed by the power of the Shadow Fang, the dry bones began to burn.

"I'm Skeletron, but not the King of Skeletons!"

Leorik laughed, and the flames of hell burned brightly, one step at a time!

The burning hell under his iron boots turned into patches of pale earth.

The white bones on his body began to be stained black.

Wherever Skeletron goes, everything will be corrupted by the breath of death.

On the ground of the burning hell, only three footprints of Leorik remained.

When Leorik takes the fourth step, the first footprint is gone.

"Bourkeso, remember your promise! I want to see Canduras rise above the earth again! ”

The hammer in Leorik's hand was held in one hand, leaving pale scratches on the ground.

With his other hand, he gently held his own crown, and a brilliant diamond was shining brightly on that crown!

"Maybe I'm not a hero. But at least, I never let people die in vain. ”

Bourkeso was still calm, the firelight still shining on his body.

The icy rage, the energy that was completely beyond the limits of his emotions, kept Bourkeso at his peak all the time.

Even though he calmly watched Leorik step into the Burning Hell, the blue fury in his hand began to shine again!

"Heroes? You're certainly not a hero!

You mean when you broke into my house, smashed my collection of jars, resurrected me and beat me to death, and then left a white outfit to pat my ass and walk away? I usually only use the term "homeless" to describe this kind of person! Oh yes, what a hero.

You dare to bring the warm breath of life into my grave and disturb my eternal sleep! Pick up my old bones piece by piece from my kingdom!

Isn't it for me to be your strength when the time is right?

Now I'm delivering on my promise! Bourkeso! ”

Leorik's voice was filled with mockery, with dissatisfaction with the title of hero.

Hero?

For Leoric, heroes are nothing more than a bunch of self-righteous guys!

No one ever saved him!

No one saves His Kingdom!

Even broke into his home while he was enjoying a peaceful sleep!

"Leoric, you're ready, aren't you?"

Barr looked at Leorick as he walked by, his face full of boredom.

Barr didn't take Leorrick seriously, Leorek was just a tool that gave him the opportunity to devour Mephisto.

Does the Demon God of Destruction care what a tool thinks?

"I'll kill you, you can't withstand the power of destruction."

"So what? I'm already a dead man. So what exactly am I when I'm killed again? Died more completely? …… Or is it alive again!?

I'll tell you Barr! There's only one thing I'm afraid of, and that's osteoporosis! ”

Leorik unleashed his fury directly at Baal, and the large, menacing hammer landed heavily on Baal's head.

With a crisp movement, Barr's cold head sunk deeply.

Baal's thick arm slammed down on Leorek's head, clutching Leorerick's only treasure.

"Take your dirty hands off my crown!"

Leorik propped up his realm in the Burning Hell, and in the place where the Demon King was born, a burst of the breath of the dead began to spread.

It's tough, like the helllord wants to open his realm above Harlogas.

But it's enough to get Barr to retract that filthy paw!

The Black King Marches!

The giant hammer swung with a cold aura, setting off a hint of coolness in the hot burning hell.

After three successive collisions, Leorrick's hammer slashed through Baal's body and landed on the ground.

After a tremor on Barr's body, he returned to his original appearance!

"Leoric, you're insulting the Demon King of Hell!"

Mephisto finally struck!

After being wounded by Barr unintentionally or intentionally, Mephisto made a move on Leorik with hatred!

Hateful claws and a bony wing flapped against Leorik's body, making a sound like nails hanging through frosted glass.

The screeching sound made people feel irritated, and even gave birth to a hint of hatred.

"The best option for a madman is to stay honest and wait for the end to come."

Mephisto let out a high-pitched roar and knocked Leorik to the ground.

The serpent-like spine pierced Leoric's chest, piercing Skeletron across the floor of the Burning Hell!

The pale bones stained the flames of hell with a smoky smoky mark.

"The peasants said I was crazy...... Call me paranoid! Is it paranoid to think that everyone is going to kill you? Is it? Really? …… Oh, I see. But they did it in the end......"

Leorik propped himself up on the ground with the hammer, and straightened up his skeletal body little by little.

The ribs ran across the spine that ran through his chest, making a creaking and overwhelming sound.

Immediately after, Leorick stretched out a death-filled claw towards Mephisto!

A connection was made between him and Mephisto, and Mephisto's power became the power of Leorick's existence in Hell!

Leorick won't give in, he never gave in!

Never gave up!

He's still the Virtuous King of Canduras, and even if he's called Skeletron now, he's still the Skeletron of Canduras!

"Leorick, if we can see you next time, I'll remember to knock on the door before I look for you."

Bourkeso no longer watched Leorick entanglement with the two demon gods.

It was destined to be a fight to be beaten and then revive to continue to be beaten.

In the Burning Hell, the limit of what Leoric can do is to involve these two demon gods.

Death disappeared directly beyond the gates of Burning Hell as soon as Leorik took that step.

Leorik has already made his choice, and he can only watch silently after that.

Death is powerless.

With a tear-like liquid in his eyes, Death left the scene backwards.

Little by little, the figure disappeared in the scorching air, and little by little returned to the realm of the dead.

"Hah!"

Bourkeso let out a battle cry in the face of the Berserker's Fury, slamming the turquoise fury of his hand into the shadow fangs that appeared in front of him.

A blow as swift as thunder, a sudden blow as thunder in the clear sky!

While Baal and Mephisto were tangling with Leoric, before the Demon King of Hell had time to hide the Shadow Fang in the Burning Hell!

He had used all his power with this blow, and the entire Burning Hell was in turmoil.

The ground on which he stood disintegrated little by little, and the blade of the blue rage and the fangs of the shadow collided!

"For the justice of the High Heavens!"

There seemed to be the voice of an angel in the air, and bursts of dazzling light collided with the void emanating from the Shadow Fang.

There was no sound, and the burning hell was shaking.

There was a crack in the ground, but this time there was no endless army of demons born in the rift!

Just like when the Great Demon God Diablo stepped on the crystal dome.

"Bullshit High Heaven! For uncompromising courage and human justice! ”

Bourkeso cursed softly, and the anger in his body continued to turn into energy and fill the blue anger.

The tall body of the cloth pawn slowly emerged from the blue rage, and then they reached out and grabbed the handle of the blue rage!

"Bourkeso, I hate humans! Because you have half of the devil! ”

"I hate angels even more, one by one the gods are always looking ahead and backward, only you and Imprius can still be seen!"

Bourkeso's anger washed over the turquoise fury like a tidal wave, and bursts of cold aura turned into sword light.

"Cut, Yishuer! Your legend is too inferior! ”

As Bourkeso said this, Azure's fury broke in a collision with the Shadow Fang!

A slight click!

The remaining half of the Blue Fury, with great strength and Bourkeso's fist, smashed into the layer of protection beyond the Burning Hell!

The other half fell weakly to the ground, snapped, and dissipated into powder.

"Maybe yes, it's time for me to return to the High Heavens."

Little by little, the figure of the cloth fell apart.

"Thanks, barbarian! You have redeemed my soul. ”

"Fuck off, Yishuer! You've ruined my booty! ”

Bourkeso's body retreated from the berserker's wrath gesture, gritting his teeth and tucking the legendary remains of the Azure Fury into his backpack.

In the legend of Yi Shuer, there is his persistence as an angel, and even if his body is corrupted into a demon minions by the Seven Demon Kings, his soul is still noble.

The pawn was relieved, but the legend finally came to an end.

It was the spoils of war that Bourkeso had obtained when he cut down the corrupted Eptar, which was eventually destroyed by the Imper.

A primitive legend is not comparable to those imitations.

"Bourkeso! You've done something wrong! ”

Barr's hand pressed against Leorik's head and roared loudly.

Completely oblivious to the fact that he was being smashed on the fingers with a giant hammer by the skeleton.

With Baal's roar, a speck fell from the Shadow Fang.

That's the Shadow Fang's blade!

Bourkeso destroyed the Blue Fury with a single blow, but the Shadow Fang finally broke down.

Even if it's just a grain of rice.

Yijuer has fulfilled his long-cherished wish and is freed from the shackles of legend!

"Disgusting bed bugs! The next time we meet, I'll break that Tasamet fang! ”

Without looking back, Bourkeso ripped open a portal and returned to Hallogas.

This is the end of the matter.

The next time, Bourquesor will meet them again with the power of Diablo and the person of an archangel.

When the time comes, the Shadow Fang will surely be destroyed!

……

"My brother, I saw it. Seeing annihilation, he came to the world despite your request.

I see the breath of death coming from Annihilation's body, and I want you to stop him. ”

Death sat on the lonely throne and muttered softly.

She is calling out for eternity.

The aura of annihilation is being wrapped in the shadow of death, which means that annihilation is in a dangerous situation.

Annihilation should not have appeared in the world, and it is precisely because of this that Death realizes that Leorik may be separated forever.

Eternity has no time to respond to the call of death.

The court of life in front of him was harassing him all at once.

If you are not careful, you will lose a large part of the world in the eternal body.

In order for the world to become stronger steadily, Eternity can only carefully face the attack of the Court of Life.

Eternity could think of what Annihilation had done, but he couldn't get out of it during this time.

The Court of Life is an existence that he must face with care.

Eternity has temporarily lost connection.

Death didn't wait for her brother's response, but she couldn't get in touch with Annihilation.

Loneliness began to invade her heart, and the fear of loss made Death curl up, silently leaning on the throne that still had the breath of Leorik.

Death began to move towards paranoia, and the two rings on his hand began to multiply and then split.

Thrown into the world!

A splendid funeral!

The bearers of the Life Ring and the Death Ring will feel that hostility and will fight on the stage of the entire world.

All who die will not come to the realm of the dead, but will be turned into decaying ashes and buried for Skeletron!

The disappearance of an existence should be celebrated by the destruction of countless lives.

Death is preparing for this greatest destruction!

"Leoric, if this time is goodbye......"

Death whispered......

All the souls of the dead in that kingdom are fading, and then disappearing little by little.

If Leorik is only killed, then he will only be resurrected as Skeletron.

But existence is erased, and then it ceases to exist!

The souls of the dead will return to the world as her remembrance of Leorik!

For the sake of the festival where life and death confront, offer a wonderful, clumsy, stupid and cruel fire!

Eternity felt what death had done, but at this point he couldn't even say anything to stop it!

The Court of Life discovered this move that hindered the development of the world, and the offensive became even more rapid.

Eternity can only resist hard to protect the world inside him.

……

"May the divine light burn your sins away!"

Johannah was galloping across the land of hell as she muttered words to her mouth.

The power of the Holy Cult rushed into Hela's body through the chains of the Celestial Warhorse, like a rubber ball filled with water.

Hela felt her body swell a little.

The power she had gained before was constantly burning, bringing her endless pain!

"Ahh!!h

Hela let out a cry of pain, the feeling of her body being filled and beginning to swell was eating away at her sanity.

The body was dragged on the ground, and blood was spilled all the way.

But the wound was healed little by little by Johannah's strength.

The power of the Demon King of Hell turned into gas like boiling water, blowing her skin and flesh apart.

The sharp pain made the hatred in her heart even stronger.

Imprisoned by Odin in the never-ending Heim Underworld, Hela's heart has been torn between pain and hatred.

Want to redeem her?

It is impossible for the power to constantly wash and torture!

Hela's hatred will last for thousands of years and will not be simply erased.

But it also means that she will endure a much longer period of time in Johannah's "redemption".

He who is immersed in hatred does not reflect on himself, and he who is full of only desire to prove himself will not hear the persuasion of others.

Even at this time, Hela was like a corpse buried in the ground, swelling like a "giant's view", her skin was detached from her flesh and bones, and she trembled like a balloon.

Nor did she feel the slightest remorse.

The strength of the Holy Cult Army is not very delicate, and this process of being washed away by the Divine Faith is full of pain.

But the lotus flowers that bloom in the mud are the brightest, and the flowers in the depths of sin are the most beautiful.

"May you one day bear my pain at this time!"

Hela said in Johanna's voice, her voice trembling in pain.

Among them, Mori Leng's hatred was like a substance against Johannah's power.

Johannah didn't say much.

She's a Holy Army, not a priest!

Redemption is only a means for her to witness whether an existence still has a chance.

The hopeless will be reduced to ashes in the endless gallop, and what remains is a existence worthy of redemption.

What happened on Bourkeso's side was more worthy of Johannah's attention than Hela.

She felt the turmoil on the ground, felt the anger from Bourkeso spread in the air, and her mind had flown to Bourkeso's side.

Of course she would have paid attention to the coming of Burning Hell, and she wasn't stupid enough to be easily drawn to it.

It's just that Johanna also knows very well that if she doesn't leave, the Demon King of Hell will not appear in front of her and Bourkeso.

Now that there is only one lie and three demon gods left, there will not be more than two Hell Demon Kings in this place.

All she had to do was give the Demon King of Hell a chance to show up.

As for Hela, an excuse to leave.

"Redeeming" a person who is not sinful is only incidental.

Compassion is always there, but compassion should only be for those who have always been kind.

The Holy Cult is an armed force! It's a fighter who fights demons!

Bottomless forgiveness will only lead to more hatred.

"Johannah, teleport over!"

Bourkeso's voice rang in Johanna's ears, and the turmoil on the ground finally stopped.

Johannah wielded the pig-killing knife with only the hilt left, opened the portal in front of her, and dragged Hela straight in.

There is no slowdown......

As she passed through the portal, she collided directly with Mokot's pickup.

Johannah's war horse rushed over without the slightest waver, and the pickup forged by Rasuk turned into pieces directly in midair.

"Hah! Johannah! ”

Mokot shouted loudly in mid-air, and landed directly in front of Johanna in a somewhat strange pose.

There was excitement in his voice, as for the broken pickup forged by Rasuk, it was not worth caring at all!

Whoever made Rasuk's craftsmanship not work, could not add a legend of Saqqara's spaulders to the car.

A car that can't even be inflicted on indestructibility doesn't feel at all!

"Mocott? What does that mean? ”

The war horse that Johanna was riding disappeared all at once, and Hela behind her finally ushered in time to rest.

She rolled twice like a bloated ball of leather and came to a halt when she hit a rock.

"Who is this?"

Tony sat by a campfire and asked Rumlow beside him, curiosity in his eyes.

Although Johannah's appearance was not spiritual, and the armor on her body was covered with dust, it could not hide the dazzling brilliance.

The heroic appearance made Tony a little concerned.

On the other hand, Natasha is contrasting with Johannah in appearance.

This is Natasha's habit, rare beauties will always subconsciously compare their beauty.

There's no malice in it, but it's just a matter of comparison.

"I don't know, but apparently an acquaintance of the ancestors."

Rumlow rubbed his nose, then shook unnaturally.

Even if he became a barbarian, the sins in him did not disappear.

When facing Johannah, he instinctively sensed danger.

"And what about the ball in the back?"

When Tony said "ball", Hela's body began to return to its original appearance little by little.

She is also a rare beauty, but she is much more enchanting.

Hela's meager power of the Hell Demon King had been burned out in the previous drag.

It's just that the feelings full of hatred haven't had time to be reversed.

"I don't know."

Rumlow avoided Johannah's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, and said a little perfunctorily.

Thor then stood in front of Hela and held out his arm.

"Ma'am, I feel a familiar aura from you."

Thor said boldly, and his conversation and demeanor looked no different from that of a young man accosting him on the street.

"Me too."

Hela tidied up her appearance, then grabbed Thor's hand and stood up.

Thor's aura inherited from Odin made Hela very unhappy.

Just by looking at her face, she already recognized the identity of the person in front of her.

Even in captivity, Hela was able to hear from her younger brothers, who served as jailers.

Thor's message is what Badr always mentions.

Thor, the next Lord of Asgard.

Although Badr had been killed by Mephisto, Hela was always full of nostalgia for his brother.

It was the brother who had been with her for the longest time.

is also the person she hates the most besides Odin.

"Johannah, long time no see. Looks like you're not having a good time these days? ”

Vader suddenly appeared in front of her, greeting Johannah.

Behind Vader, Banner and Betty were constantly watching.

As for General Rus, he was called away again by the old general of Qualkek at this time.

Presumably being subject to amendments.

"I heard that any of your recruits can bite off black bread with their gums without snorting?"

Johanna took out the remaining loaf of brown bread and waved it, asking Vader.

She still remembered Bourkeso's bad jokes before.

Rumlow poked Casillas, who was sitting next to him, with a little teasing in his eyes.

"Ha, you're famous, brother."

"Shut up, if you don't want to feel my brain, which has been tempered by the Kanuk ancestors!"

Casillas snorted roughly.

As soon as he lifted his gums and bit down on the black bread, Casillas felt his jaw ache from the wind.

It's all reflexive.

"Johannah, I've said it before, but I have to say it again. Welcome back! ”

Bourkeso stood in the middle of the crowd and said to Johannah.

"Welcome back."

"Welcome!"

The ancestors, who knew Johanna well, followed Bourkeso's words and welcomed them.

Even the less familiar ancestors nodded at Johannah as a greeting.

"It just so happens that our new festival is called 'Reunion', a glorious reunion with our ancestors, a reunion with our comrades-in-arms!"

Aunt Marat rarely appears in the eyes of others, the kind old woman said with a smile.

"Let's call it 'Reunion Festival', it's pretty much the same anyway."

Vorushk stroked his beard and said, kind of setting the holiday.

……

It is said to be a festival, but the festival of the barbarians is not complicated.

Or basically the guys who have spent their whole lives in battles are not interested in complicated things.

As long as the festival is happy, in addition to fighting, perhaps eating and drinking is the simplest happiness.

In the blacksmith's workshop in Rasuk, Bourkeso was talking to Vorusk about the past.

Bourkeso's hand was tapping lightly against a shield.

It was the weapon in Johannah's hand.

Johanna sat upright in a coarse cloth dress and sat upright in a chair on the side, listening to Burkeso and Vorusk talk about what had happened before.

"So, you sent a Pawn to the High Heavens, and then lost a legend? And stuffed Leorik into an abyss where there was nothing but being beaten? ”

Vorusk said with a pinch of teeth.

Vorusk does not like to lose.

If anyone tells him that suffering losses is a blessing, he can burst into foul language and wish others happiness like the East China Sea.

"Ours has accelerated, and it looks like we're down in numbers right now."

As he spoke, Bourkeso dropped the final hammer on the shield of the Holy Cult, then took out the thick iron used for polishing and slowly wiped the shield.

If you just want to fix it, you don't have to work hard at all.

Take out tens of thousands of gold coins from your backpack and melt them into liquid, and then sprinkle them on your equipment to repair them.

That's why it's only a split second when the blacksmiths of the shelter repair their equipment are enough.

The gold coins that fell from the demons carried an extraordinary energy.

The blacksmiths of the sanctuary always have a furnace of melted gold coins on hand waiting for adventurers to repair their equipment.

But Bourkeso didn't like this very much, so he would always use his own hammer to hammer the deformed equipment back to its original shape.

The liquid is applied to the equipment at the end.

In his words, this will better maintain the original appearance of the equipment, and it will be more convenient to use.

"Accelerate? Say it lightly. Didn't you just identify Diablo's resurgence? Now you don't even know where Biriel is, what else are you going to do? ”

Vorusk said nonchalantly, and then sat down directly on the ground.

As for the numerical inferiority, he didn't care much.

It's a big deal to squeeze the source of the power of the holy mountain, and let the ancestors rush down in a swarm to fight against each other.

The effects of this will last for a maximum of ten years, but once this happens, the burning of hell or the higher heavens will have to stop for about a certain amount of time.

Not to mention anything else, none of the ancestors with names and surnames can be killed by numbers.

Without the containment of the existence of the same level, the number is meaningless for the barbarians.

As for the demons of Hamerin's level, Volusk didn't think that the two demon gods who were involved by Leorik could make it up.

Diablo is not in the Burning Hell right now, and it is a fool's dream to try to create a high-intensity demon.

"Accelerate the cultivation of strong enough warriors, otherwise our battles will cause unwarranted damage to this world."

Bourkeso was talking nonsense solemnly.

These things, of course, Vorusk understood.

But Vorusk didn't care about that.

Distracting and protecting the weak when defeating evil is the path to death in Vorusk's opinion.

At most, the Immortal King Vorusk would protect his own people, and most of the time he didn't even do anything to protect them.

Fighting and legacy are the only things he's responsible for.

"What are you going to do? Open the secret realm to everyone? And then take the time to clean up those who have gained the power to start doing evil? ”

Vorusk spoke with disdain.

Barbarians are generous, but they are not wronged.

I don't want to get any benefits, but I don't want to cause trouble for myself.

"Do you find quantity useful? How many years will it take them to have the strength to stand in front of the Hell Demon King and not be crushed in an instant? It doesn't make sense to have empty quantities. ”

"Cultivate young people who deserve to be nurtured and give them better conditions. For example, some weapons that do not exceed the standard. ”

Bourkeso thought for a moment, and the movement of his hand was a little heavier.

A somewhat unsightly scratch was left on the shield.

Bourkeso frowned, picked up the hammer, dipped the melted gold coin on the side, and carefully hammered it again.

"How about giving them better conditions to grow, and then how about accelerating their growth? Maybe we can also make some of the local powerhouses become barbarians, so that they have more possibilities? ”

Burkeso added, in exchange for Vorusk looking at the fool.

"Do you think someone who is strong enough will easily become strong in a different way? Don't forget, all those who can be called strong are stubborn! ”

"I know, but the powerhouses of this world seem to be locked in by something in terms of strength, and they may need this opportunity very much."

Bourkeso said with a frown.

Such a choice is not good.

It's also against fairness.

Giving something to someone for no reason will only get suspicion most of the time.

I believe that there are really not many pies in the sky, and even if there are, they have long been deceived by others.

It is obvious that people who want to take advantage are the most susceptible.

"I heard you know a guy who would be a good fit for the Holy Cult?"

Johannah heard this interjection, her eyes serious and curious.

It is rare for Bourkeso to consider a better fit to become a member of the Holy Order.

Bourkeso rarely commented on others, and only said a few words when it was really necessary.

"That guy seems to be older than you. However, in terms of morality and so on, it is very similar to the Holy Army. ”

Bourkeso moved a little closer to the shield in his hand, and watched carefully.

Then with a few gentle taps, the shield became indistinguishable from before.

"Steve Rogers, he's got the approval of the Lamp Ring of Justice."

Bourkeso said calmly, then raised his eyes to see Johannah's reaction.

The legendary Rings of Justice, Bulkeso, had already asked for it from Imprius, and even though Bourkeso was going to give it to Johanna, Imprius didn't nod his head in agreement.

Now that the Righteous Lantern Ring has recognized someone else, Bourkeso fears that Johanna will feel lost.

"That's really a good fit for the Holy Cult Army, how do you think it's more appropriate for him to become Nephiten? Well, I'm not going to give my blood to a stranger. ”

Johanna took the shield from Bourkeso's hand and waved it casually.

Then he stuffed this Akarat epiphany into his backpack.

"You should have the power to open the secret realm of the Brave Temple, right?"

Bourkeso asked with some trepidation.

Most of the time, the power to open the secret realm is in the hands of the ghosts of the ancient Nephitian.

The Holy Mountain of Harogas is a special case, and because of the explosion of Arret, these ancestors shared this power.

"Uh-huh. It's just that the Temple of the Brave seems to have been cleaned by Masayir, and now I don't know how to open the secret realm. ”

Johanna said to Bourkeso with a smile.

"Well, what do you want?"

Bourkeso said bluntly.

Johannah almost grew up as he watched, and in this way he meant asking for benefits.

Although it was just an innocuous joke, it still gave Bourkeso a bit of a headache.

Taking care of the little ones is not a problem for him, but the familiar ones have become a little difficult to get along with when they grow up.

"Forge a ring for me, the ring on my hand was made with the help of Shen Lao, but I still think your craftsmanship is more trustworthy."

Johannah's voice was very flat and hearty.

Bourkeso nodded a little puzzled, and agreed to this condition.

The thief god Shen Lao's skill in forging jewelry is no worse than that of Bourkeso's technique in forging weapons and armor, and in the field of jewelry, Bourkeso does not think that he is better than Shen Lao's skill.

But this is not a matter of getting to the bottom of it.

Johannah will use the best equipment, which is common sense that every adventurer possesses.

"What? Doesn't look like you're happy? ”

Johanna said this, and then took out the pig-killing knife with a slight edge under her body and shaved her nails.

Because I can't see her expression when I keep my head down.

On the side, Vorusk dug out a bottle of wine from under the blacksmith's workshop in Rasuk and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Isn't that talking about acceleration now? How did you get to the forge? ”

Vorusk interrupted the conversation after finishing his drink, wiping his mouth.

"Can the Holy Cult Army train on a large scale?"

Vorusk asked directly, and since he had already said this, he just continued with the topic.

"It's not easy, but there's some hope of making something like Komak on a large scale. It's just that the will is a little hard to say. ”

Johanna thought for a moment and then said.

The Templars and the Holy Army are not the same class, but there are some similarities.

It's just that Johannah can't guarantee that the guys who have been trained will be sublime.

You must know that there are many corrupted guys in the Templar Order.

Even Komak took out his former comrade in the adventure, and that guy had long since become a demon minion.

"Then let's try it, it's a big deal for Talik to sacrifice it, put the proof of shame in the training ground, and give those guys a lesson every day!"

Bourkeso gritted his teeth and said.

Borrowing weapons from other ancestors is not an easy task.

A weapon that has been with you for hundreds of years is not something that can be easily lent out.

The Three Ancestors used their Legend to shatter Azmodan's soul for Bourkeso, and now it feels a bit too much to borrow a weapon.

"Trouble comes one after another"

Vorusk dug another bottle out of the ground, but stopped after only taking a sip.

His face also became a little strange.

"I've gone out beforehand, so you guys can talk first."

Vorusk stood up directly, and then walked out with the bottle in his hand, his steps were a little anxious.

It wasn't long before Rasuk's angry shouting could be heard, and then the sound of fists slamming into his face could be heard.

"What's going on?"

Johanna asked curiously, and Bourkeso's face was a little embarrassed.

"Vorusk dug up what Rasuk had buried, and that guy was learning how to make wine with me for a while, and was going to use the Sinking Demon's thing to make wine, but then it seems like we all forgot where the bottle was buried."

Bourkeso hesitated as he spoke.

It looks like Vorusk won the lottery.

But it seems a bit too much for him to be a thief-like guy to turn around and beat the bitter master.

"Looks like there's always something on Harogas that I don't know about."

Johannah's face also turned strange.

Bourkeso used demonic blood to make wine, she knew.

But Bourkeso used the blood of a guy like Diablo, the Sinking Demon......

Johannah was a little hard to imagine.

Obviously this is not a good choice.