"Even if you add Leorik, you're not enough for me to fight!"

Lecco let out a lioness's roar, her hoarse voice like a cold wind blowing through the grass!

Yes!

Wearing her own legendary suit, Lecco is enough to show her full strength during her lifetime.

Even if it only lasts for a short time, it's still a breeze to cook a Vorusk without a suit.

Even adding an unbeatable Skeletron isn't a problem.

When Lecco was alive, there was not much gap between Leikou and Vorusk at the peak.

And now Vorusk is already a dead man.

The stone hammer that represented his legend was sent to the Dark Soul Stone on Bourkeso's forehead, and now Vorusk could not fight Reko even with the help of the Holy Mountain.

"Crazy! Didn't I say I wouldn't shoot! ”

Leorik roared loudly, and the next moment his body was shattered by Recco's charge that was faster than lightning.

"I hate savages, you bitter bastards who have fallen into madness! Every time I see you, I am reminded of my crazy actions! ”

Leorick's bones were scattered all over the place, but his voice began to radiate with a cold aura!

Attacked by Lecco for no reason, Leorik has been embroiled in this rift within the barbarians.

There may be someone who doesn't fight back, but that person definitely won't be named Leorik!

"Crown!"

Leoric yelled at Voruske, who flew towards the bones that were all over the ground with the crown that belonged to him as if he had been summoned.

"Shoulder armor!"

Leorik roared again, a gust of wind tearing open in Recco's resolute rage.

The snow turned into ice in the blink of an eye, exuding a strong evil aura!

"I knew, hahaha! Leorick! You say you hate crazy savages, but know that your name is definitely on our list of the most hated guys! ”

Vorusk laughed loudly, and the phantom of the Immortal King's suit began to appear on his body!

Even though the original suit had been entrusted to Bourkeso, as the Immortal King, he never made a legend because of that armor!

"Hah!"

Vorusk let out a battle cry, and the moment his battle cry resounded throughout the Holy Mountain, the bodies of all the barbarians who stood in his position became swift.

A burst of orange light lit up on Vorusk's belt, and the shockwave from Vorusk's battle cry attached to the others!

Chain of Zilanik!

Craftsman Zilanik's belt for Vorusk has a legend for granting Warcry an acceleration effect to all allied units.

Vorusk hates endless chases, and this piece of equipment was built to allow him to get closer to enemies scurrying around faster.

And at this time, this power was also exerted on Leorik!

"Scepter!"

With Leoric's voice, the Mad Monarch's Scepter appeared in the center of his bones!

Skeletron, who had only kept his strength to a minimum so that he would not be rejected by the sacred mountain of Harogas, finally activated all his powers.

He also found his madness when he thought it was right!

"Welcome Skeletron's wrath! Recôme! ”

Leorik let out a last yell! The terrifying two-handed hammer appeared in front of the skeleton.

Skeletron's body directly returned to its original appearance at this moment, and the glow of the cold flames shone on the white jade-like bones!

A huge claw like a geist directly grabbed Lekou who had just stopped!

Despair sucks souls!

Leorik will take the lives of his enemies without mercy and turn them into his own strength!

Leorik slammed down his two-handed hammer in Reco's direction, and layers of bones were generated from the massive hammer head, binding Recoke directly in place!

Bone Strike!

One of Skeletron's few skills.

It can inflict a lot of damage and cause great pain to any living being!

This is Leorick's manifestation of the rules of existence itself, so there is no escaping it!

"Bell!"

The huge hammer smashed directly into Reco's helmet, and the cold power instantly swept through Recco's whole body!

But it didn't work!

"Disgusting bones, it's best for you to stay in the grave!"

The moment Lecco's voice rang out, it appeared behind Leorik.

Skeletron was once again smashed into pieces by the onslaught.

"I've suffered more than you can imagine, skeleton!"

Lecco said dismissively, then lifted Leorik's leg bone into the distance with a kick.

This will slow down Skeletron's recovery, so she will have time to take care of Volusk!

Reco wasn't going to be crushed by the slightest bit of pain.

With a tenacious will, Lecko's heart has no other distractions than love and fighting.

Those existential but subtle feelings were suppressed in the bottom corner of the heart by Rekor's anger during the battle.

Maybe only someone like Diablo can make Reco feel other emotions in the middle of the battle, and Skeletron can't do that!

"Come on! Come on! Recôme! I owe you a lot, but you know, all the barbarians owe me! ”

Vorusk shouted.

Before Bourkesso was born, he was the benchmark for barbarians!

All this time, this lion-like rampant king stood in front of all the barbarians that could see!

He sits on the immortal throne in the temple of the elders!

All the barbarians who came after him only followed the path that Volusk had taken, and no one had ever gone beyond his realm except Bourkeso!

Vorusk! Immortal King!

He is the thickest pillar in the house!

He is the most solid foundation on the Holy Mountain!

"Ancestor Summoning!"

Vorusk roared loudly, and his body manifested as a physical manifestation in an instant!

The connection between him and Bourqueso is far beyond Réco's imagination.

So he was able to summon himself with the help of the wrath of all the barbarians! The more anger he gets, the closer he gets to his life's power!

At this time, only a few of the barbarian ancestors of the entire holy mountain did not intervene in this battle.

But anger is everywhere!

"Vorusk! I'm going to stomp your bones with my iron boots and plow your chest with ramming! I want to see if you have even the slightest regret for your past existence! ”

Lecco roared and took her steps.

The strength of the two at this time is not equal.

Reiko, who was no different from her life, and one was only barely condensed; The outcome of the battle of Vorusk, which is still far from the peak, is not difficult to guess.

Lecque's furious dash slammed straight into Voruske's arms.

The hideous ramming horns on the shoulder armor of the Reco pierced Vorusk's heart directly!

"I have no remorse! If I have to say remorse, I just hate that I wasn't strong enough! ”

Vorusk grabbed the Leko in front of him with both hands, and the bulging muscles in his arms showed how much force he used.

But he still couldn't stop Recco from tearing open his chest.

This body is still a little far behind.

Vorusk threw his Lecco directly into the ground with a single force.

A huge pit was smashed into the ground that had been turned into ice by Leorick.

Ice slag splattered, cutting directly through Vorusk's face.

"You are dead, and the dead should honestly regret their past!"

As she spoke, Lecque's iron boots with sharp tips stepped directly on Voruske's calf.

The blow didn't hurt her much, but her counterattack immediately sent Vorusk's calf into a cloud of blood.

It's as if a boxer's legs might be more powerful than they think, as they have to keep kicking the ground to get more punches.

And Lecco, known for her collision, has the most powerful legs!

Her impact is unbeatable, as she has inherited all of the Bull Tribe, and the strongest strength makes her unstoppable!

"Mass graves!"

Skeletron's grim shout was heard.

The walls of a tomb enclosed Lyco and Voruske.

This was followed by his most powerful attack! The Black King Marches!

The huge war hammer swung from left to right, directly knocking the two barbarians to the ground.

As the hammer reached its farthest point, the thick lumbar vertebrae spun in a twisted motion as Leoric's bones creaked.

The huge hammer is swinging in the opposite direction again!

"Barbarians! I want revenge! But I hate you now more than revenge! ”

Leorik said substantially, and the giant hammer fell on Vorusk again!

This time Vorusk's body did not shake!

Even if he's missing a leg from Recco's attack!

"Crazy Skeletron hates madmen! What a joke of all! I'm not going to fall! When I died in battle, I still stood straight! ”

In the face of Skeletron's indiscriminate attack, Vorusk unleashed a hammer and slammed it down on the two-handed hammer.

Leco can easily cook Leoric, and he can do the same with Voruske!

A bell rang, like a golden bell used by a warrior monk!

Skeletron's march of the Black King, which had never been interrupted, was broken and stopped at this moment!

Skeletron's Wrath was a legendary weapon that shattered like his bones in the thorn touch!

"Vorusk, what the hell do you want!"

Reco continued her rage, and with a flash of her figure, she smashed Leorik into pieces again, and then rushed into Voruske's arms again.

This time Vorusk's body was thrown high.

Missing a leg, Vorusk could not have stabilized his body with the help of the power of the ground.

Blood spilled straight out of mid-air!

"I've died once, but I don't admit it's a defeat! And I am the undefeated Immortal King! ”

Vorusk didn't answer Leko's question, still roaring loudly in midair.

The stout body adjusted its posture with some effort in the air, as if it was about to stand and fall to the ground.

"Answer me!"

Rekor's figure had already appeared at Vorusk's landing point, and this time Vorusk had solidified his body and shattered all his ribs.

But Lekou's neck was also cut directly by Vorusk with a broken arm bone!

"All the skills were just a prototype before me, and I made them a complete system! And you're trying to fight me with what I've created. Even if you are stronger than I am now, you will not win, because I will not lose! ”

Voruske's mouth opened to the widest, and blood sprayed as he spoke, staining Reko's face blood-red!

"Ahem~ Ke! You! ”

Lecco's throat was ripped open and she was unable to utter the full words.

Even though he struggled to open his mouth to question, he could only make a faint sound that was difficult to read.

"Me! Win! Finish! ”

Vorusk grabbed Leko's spaulders with the only intact arm he had left! Throw one of Lecque's arms in front of Bourkeso!

Vorusk took a part of the Legend of Leko in his own way, and that was enough!

At the heart of the Recôme Legendary set is the breastplate of Reco's Heart, but what Bourkeso needs now is not a core, but an attack power that can tear apart the soul of the Hell Lord in the Dark Soul Stone.

So this spaulders are what Vorusk is for!

Lecco's responsibility!

This paulette is a symbol of the battle master of the bull tribe!

Reko was taken from the shoulders of the previous commander who had died in battle.

No one remembers the original name of this spaulders, as it has become a new legend with Recôme!

"No, Vader has reached her limit!"

Madoc whispered.

Vader's plan didn't require anyone to give their souls, as long as the barbarians could wholeheartedly help Bourkeso ascend to the high platform where the gods were, this time it wouldn't have been so difficult.

The Juggernaut Karn, Kotur, Canuk, and Reko didn't even have to help, as long as they could watch silently like the old general from Qualkek.

It would have been a smooth thing.

"I'd rather leave no trace at all, and get rid of them once and for all!"

Vader's face had become distorted.

His soul shifted from human form to demon.

Infinite hatred began to affect his soul, and he was now moving in the direction of the demon.

"That's it! Use this power to urge these weapons! Their legends, your souls will be my sustenance! ”

Azmodan's voice suddenly came out, and with the help of the demonic power in Vader's soul, he began to absorb these legends!

If he can accomplish all this, then he will go beyond the realm of the Demon King and become a Demon God!

The Demon God of Sin sounds even more terrifying than the Lord of Sin, and it is more in line with Azmodan's wishes!

"What are you dreaming about? Azmodan? ”

Andariel, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

She's got what she wants.

The Torment King finally got the pain she had always wanted to taste, born of herself!

And at this time, she is finally complete!

Absorbing a part of Vader's soul made Andariel transform into Nephilim!

"I was never your sister! I am the child of noble Inaris and the primordial sin Lilith, and I should have been a Nephitien! ”

Andariel's voice became graceful at this point, and she began to sing slowly.

"I didn't expect you to stand here~ Let me tell you how easy it is to be your friend~

I tore their bodies, cut off their flesh, and put them in the pot piece by piece!

Pour hot oil on it and stir-fry it with the magic fire in hell~

Freshly picked chili peppers from their farm and made into a soup made with their blood!

The pain is always there, but it's so far away from me.

Use my poison as a seasoning, and use my emptiness to turn into a tumbling red soup!

Then, drink them all again, chant and chant what is called painful death~"

Andariel hummed a cruel ditty in an eerie tune, and in her singing, everyone felt a heartfelt nausea.

And Azmodan's absorption of Vader's soul came to an abrupt end!

Vader's soul is starting to vomit!

The soul began to vomit, and he vomited all his hatred!

A small, demonic figure appeared on the ground.

"Hello, Azmodan."

Andariel laughed softly, as crisp as a shaking wind chime.

At this point, only Skeletron can still move!

Even though he had been broken into pieces many times, he was on his feet again!

The Shattered Skeletron's Fury also returned to its original form, slamming down on Reccle's waist!

There was a movement like a thumping of beef on a cutting board, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking.

Lekou's body was tossed high like Vorusk before.

"Damn crazy woman, I can fight you endlessly!"

Leorik's voice was filled with chagrin.

He knew that no one could stop Bourkeso from taking the first step towards becoming a god.

"Vorusk, is this also what you calculated?"

Leorik asked with reluctance.

Then he was hit in the chest by Kanuk, who rushed out!

Kanuk's charge grew stronger and stronger as if it were beating the drums of war!

Kanuk constantly lifted the god of war Orak on the way to the air, and then used his superb charging skills to use Orak as a prop to accumulate strength.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to be crushed by Orark's heavy God of War Blade in half of his shoulder!

But Kanuk never flinched, no matter what kind of battle he encountered, no matter how powerful the enemy he faced, he never flinched.

Kanuk's life can be described in the phrase "unstoppable".

With this blow, Leorerick's bones shattered to the ground again.

"Lace!"

Visible traces of blood could be seen on Kanuk's head.

Because his shoulder was shattered by Orlac, the spaulders of evil protection were not directly in front of him.

Kanuk slammed his head into Leorik's body!

Compared to Rekou, Canuk is not very powerful.

Even Skeletron, who was not known for his strength, made him pay a terrible price for this charge.

The moment he smashed Skeletron with his charge, his strong spine was shattered.

After the blow, Canuk collapsed on the ground, still calling out Recko's name.

Without the protection of the Holy Mountain, the soul of this ancestor would have dissipated with the impact of all things.

"Andariel, I won't thank you!"

Vader said loudly, and then kicked the vomiting demon to the ground.

The entire holy mountain was radiating a blue glow, shattering the demon's soul directly to the point where there was nothing left.

Vida's soul and existence were saved.

"I didn't expect your thanks, I just didn't want to see the birth of a fourth demon god."

Andariel said with a light smile:

"I'm not going to sit idly by and watch Bourkeso become the god of creation, I've felt the feeling in Masayer's body, the feeling that I can clearly feel my own weakness, the feeling that can drive any being crazy.

Even everything Leorik has been through would seem shallow there. ”

During the time when he was devoured by Masayer, both the archangel and the demon king of hell would feel tormented.

It was like being trapped in an endless void, with no reference for time, no way to speak, and even thinking became a luxury.

After her soul was whole, Andariel finally felt the pain of that experience.

"No, he's done!"

Vorusk unloaded the Phantom of the Immortal King's suit, dragging his badly wounded body and digging a jar of liquor out of the ground, stained with his and Reko's blood.

"In the end, Leko chose to be fulfilled, and the believers of fate never intervene in it, and this time it was the same."

After Vorusk finished speaking, he shoved the liquor into his mouth and poured it violently.

"You trust Lecco a lot, or you never approve of me, but you know what? Recco is the first person to think of escape, though she always overcomes the idea of escape. ”

Vorusk's voice was not loud, but it was enough for all the ancestors to hear.

How could a man who believed in fate be fearless, and Lecco just forced herself not to think about it.

Having lost her beloved, Leko has long since lost her faith, so she has never stepped out of the framework set by Vorusk.

Fate is destined to be a humble word for the strong and an excuse for the weak.

What exactly Iserrel thinks, no one knows.

No one can even be sure whether fate itself cares about all this.

Does even fate really exist?

If it weren't for the fact that this guy Isseril really appeared in front of everyone's eyes in the name of the Archangel of Destiny, Vorusk would not even think that fate never existed.

You must know that Iseriel is also known as the Archangel of Balance, and Vorusk has always felt that fate is just a pretext for him to maintain balance.

With Vorusk's words, the ancestors in the battle slowly stopped fighting.

None of the Ancestors present were seriously injured, except for Kanuk, who had destroyed Skeletron for Kleko's sake.

It's time for this to settle down.

"Andariel~"

Azmodan's last voice finally sounded!

Bourkeso has finally made a move!

Two delicate heavy weapons, not like barbarian weapons, appeared in his hands, and then thrust heavily into his chest!

The splattered blood was incomparably hot, exuding a scorching heat!

The snow on the sacred mountain of Harogas began to melt at this temperature, and the solid ice created by Leoric turned into flowing water.

The melting snow pooled into streams that exposed the floor of the sacred mountain.

The grass on the ground is still sprouting, and flowers are beginning to bloom.

The ground was shaken off the shadow of death, and the barbarians' ashes were washed away along the stream, revealing the dirt as it was.

"Vorusk, you never told me about it!"

Bourkeso's voice rang out, and even with two heavy weapons in his chest, his voice was still rough and heroic.

"Looks like Kanai's box was activated by you? Spent my blood? ”

Bulkeso said as he looked at the scarred Vorusk with calm eyes.

He'd seen everything that had happened before.

It's just that when faced with that situation, he can't make other moves.

"Otherwise, everything here will spread all over the world, and then those Hell Demon Kings will not appear in front of you again."

Vorusk responded by smashing the empty flask into the ground.

What happened on the Holy Mountain could not have been known to outsiders.

The power of Kanai's box has been completely activated, and everything here has been completely blocked.

No one would know that there was a "terrible infighting" on the sacred mountain of Harlogas, and no one would know that inside the Dark Soul Stone on Bourkeso's forehead, the demon king of hell named Azmodan had been completely destroyed.

"Now absorb everything Azmodan, Bourkeso."

Vorusk said to Burkeso.

Then he watched as Bourkeso made an unbelievable move.

He pulled out the two weapons that had pierced his body in his chest!

Blazing lava-like blood began to splatter, scattering on the ground, completely burying the life that spread all over the place.

The two extraordinarily delicate weapons became as irregular as the twin knives in the hands of the previous Bourkeso.

"What are you doing? I want Azmodan to be thoroughly integrated into your weapons and shape your legend. When you have completely turned the Seven Demon Kings into your legend, you will be a god! ”

Vorusk yelled in disbelief.

He couldn't understand Bourkeso's actions.

"He wants to devour Azmodan with his body and make the power of evil a part of him. Become a Great Demon God first, and then a Creation God? This is the path that Masayer has proven to be viable. ”

Andariel said in a mocking tone.

Apparently she didn't think Bourkeso would be able to do that.

"No, I'm going to be myself, not the bastard God of creation you think I am!"

Bourkeso said this, spilling all of Azmodan's legacy through his whole body with blood!

In the heat of blood, the regular tattoo on Bourkeso's chest that belonged to devouring began to work!

Devour and then copy, followed by understanding and turning it into your own experience!

This is what the Ring of Aikatan has proven to be, the path to be the strongest!

If Azmodan were still around, he would be able to understand what Bourkeso's actions represented.

But Bourkeso is the only one in this world who has come into contact with the Ring of Aikatan, which has become powerful through himself!

It was a down-to-earth road where you could see every trace behind you.

This one will be full of thorns, but it will also be full of birds and flowers!

Standing at a fork in the road, Bourkeso went down the path that no one else had chosen.

An unchosen path, a path full of unknowns, but real ones that will leave traces!

"Bourkeso! Do as I ask! You have already fallen behind the first step, just keep going, and you will become the creator god! ”

Vorusk directly dispersed the body formed by the convergence of anger, and when he returned to the state of his soul, he directly squeezed the power from the sacred mountain of Harogas and transformed himself back into a complete form.

"You are the Immortal King, and I will eventually become the Immortal King!"

Burkeso stuck two broken weapons directly into the ground and yelled at Vorusk.

That pure anger completely washed away the remnants of the battle on the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

But in its place was a fiery rage!

"But you're not! So listen to me and go according to my will! ”

Vorusk stood in front of Bourkeso, his sturdy body, which was more than half a head taller than Bourkeso, exuding a terrifying aura!

"Madocker, tell the dead Vorusk! Will you listen to the impudent orders of the Immortal King! ”

Burkeso looked Vorusk in the eye and roared loudly.

No one in the Holy Realm can defeat Bourkeso!

Even if it's a living Vorusk!

And now that Vorusk is dead, Bulkeso mercilessly debunked this fact.

"The Immortal King is the strongest barbarian, and now Bourkeso is the strongest barbarian."

Madoc looked at him left and right, he didn't intend to answer the question of whether he would listen to the Immortal King's orders.

Bourkeso knew very well that whether it was Madoc or the other ancestors, they all had their own will.

The words of the Immortal King are sometimes much better than farting!

On the top of the cold Halogas Sacred Mountain, farting may also produce a cloud of water vapor.

The words of the Immortal King may leave nothing after they dissipate.

"But he's not an Immortal King yet!"

Vorusk stared at Bourkeso's eyes, not interested in Madolphe.

Madoc is just a prop for Vorusk and Bulkeso's-for-tat confrontation.

"Vorusk, I have proven that my path can go further than yours!"

Bourkeso's beard began to flutter, and the blood on his body continued to flow along the surface of the devouring tattoo!

With each turn, that pure rule was absorbed by his body, leaving a new tattoo on his body.

When Bourkeso completely liberates his soul, he will become the strongest version of himself, strong enough to ignore the rules.

At that time, Bourkeso did not need a name of "Creation God" to advertise himself.

Because then the name Bourkeso will become the adjective "strongest"!

"But your path is nothing short of whimsical!"

Vorusk grabbed Bulkeso's beard and yelled angrily.

"I'm the strongest barbarian! Because the name Bourkeso is the strongest! ”

"That's the oldest, the purest! Not the strongest! That Bourkeso you mentioned was defeated against Rasma! Now I don't even know if consciousness exists! Bare shoulder tie! ”

Vorusk roared angrily!

"Sure enough, you know the news of the barbarian's origins, but you never said it!"

Burkeso punched Vorusk in the face, and with his other hand grabbed Vorusk's hand that grabbed his beard. The aura of anger washed over Vorusk's body.

Bourkeso didn't want to lose a beard from his punches, as beards weren't restored by potions.

"And! Call me Bourkeso! Now the name is the strongest! ”

"Bastard! Bastard! You are less than a thousand years old, you don't know the power of experience! ”

Vorusk kicked Burkeso in the abdomen, but only allowed himself to take a few steps back in an embarrassed gesture.

The dead Vorusk did not even have the strength to shake Bourkeso's body after being devastated by Lekou.

"The experience is to keep young people from going down a fork in the road, but my road ahead has long been beyond what you can see!"

Bulkeso pressed Vorusk directly to the ground and said word by word to him.

"I accept your kindness, but it is I who chooses to sacrifice, my own will! No one persecuted, no one could persecute me!

Now, you're almost 2,000 years old when you die! Give me a pause and watch how I devour the Demon King of Hell little by little! ”

The moment Bourkeso's words were finished, the remnants of Azmodan's power were completely devoured!

A monstrous demonic horn appeared on his back, and the reverse cross was surrounded by black roses.

Azmodan, the Lord of Sin.

There seems to be a bit of romance in his understanding of sin.

"Without the legendary weapons created by Azmodan, how would you crush the souls of those Hell Lords? Do you want us to dedicate a few legends at a time to help you clear the Dark Soul Stone?

You're just hot-headed to make this choice! The barbarians now can only do this kind of thing for you one more time! ”

Vorusk still roared unrelentingly.

Forcibly opened the Dark Soul Stone, but the guy inside was still restricted.

These barbarian ancestors sacrificed their legends and the brilliance of their souls to create miracles.

It would have been easy to just open the Dark Soul Stone, but it wouldn't have been able to shatter the Hell Demon Kings completely.

"Now that I can use time to slowly devour them, I have the rules of devouring!"

Bourkeso said without the slightest shy away.

This place is shrouded in the power of Kanai's box, and without Bourkeso's permission, Kanai's box will not dissipate this power.

This is Bourkeso's privilege as the sole user of Kanai's Box.

The addition of each rule makes Bourkeso even stronger.

"But that's an unknown path, can you really do it!"

Vorusk burst out of his teeth, and the anger in his eyes could still be seen.

"Did someone walk in the front of the road you arranged and tell you that you should do it?"

Bulkeso looked at Vorusk deadly:

"The first barbarian? What else do you know? ”

Bulkeso probably understood why Vorusk was so angry.

It seems that the first barbarians chose such a path.

That guy is just as good at blacksmithing, so he's able to explore the path further ahead in this way.

"Let me guess? Bourkeso's solemn oath was prepared for Bire? As for the blood of the warriors? His purpose is Prius? ”

Burkeso looked at Vorusk's face, he did not want to miss any possible traces.

Vorusk is not a liar like him, but Vorusk is also a guy who doesn't know how to hide his heart.

"Goodong~"

The sound of swallowing saliva came from Leorick's skeletal body.

It was all so exciting that he felt that he might be killed.

The history of the country is a bit short, and it has not yet touched the secrets of those who have existed since ancient times.

"So, Bourkeso's wedding ring is Azmodan? The kind of life force-devouring rule?

The Divine Price, that obsolete weapon is Tyrell? Is the Guardian of the Clan Oriel?

So who are Bourkeso's children? Is it wisdom? Or is it fate? ”

Bulkeso kept pressing Vorusk, and Vorusk's lion-mane hair fell smoothly at this time, and he could no longer see the heroic spirit.

Apparently Bourkeso in front of him had already guessed a lot of things.

And it's incredibly close to the truth!

"Okay, how much has he done this way? Or was he given some rules? ”

Bulkeso tried to see more news from Vorusk's face, but now Vorusk directly closed his eyes and said nothing with a straight face.

This was enough to keep Bourkeso from getting any more information.

As for leaving, Vorusk's dignity made it impossible for him to flee in embarrassment.

"Well, since you choose to do that, then I'll ask a few more questions one last time."

Burkeso put the two awkward weapons that had been burned with his blood back into his backpack, and finally looked away from Voruske's face.

"Is he righteous? Has he been observing all this? ”

Bourkeso asked word by word, the most important of these two questions was the first.

And such a question, if Vorusk is unwilling to answer, then there is no difference from giving an answer.

As for the second one, it needs to be considered only after getting the answer to the first question.

"He is righteous and he is upright. But it's more fraternal. ”

Vorusk said this with great difficulty.

He didn't lie about that.

"He ended up failing with Rasma's interference, but this path was the closest to success!"

Since so much has already been said, Vorusk has let go a little bit and said more news.

In the face of Bourkeso, concealment will only bring more trouble, and the best option is to put everything to a close point.

Vorusk's answer is already clear.

The primordial barbarian had not observed anything, and it was clear that the being had been badly injured after being interfered with by Rasma.

It is unknown how he managed to keep the Demon King of Hell and the Archangels silent as if they had forgotten everything he had done, but it was clear that what he had done was probably closer to success.

"Vasily, you should know the name! What happened to him? ”

Bourkeso asked.

Vasily, the original ancestor of the druids.

Brother of the primordial barbarians.

It had been a long time since there was news of this being, and news of his death had even spread throughout the world.

"As you know, he's dead."