While the three Barbarian Ancestors in Hell were babbling about their senses for the Demon King of Hell, their bodies gradually became illusory.

Although they could have continued to be active as entities, only if Bourkeso's side did not call for the ancestors from scratch.

At this time, Bourkeso needed to get them to do something, so it led to the current situation.

On the other side of the rift, Bourkeso didn't see anything strange, just a huge planet that seemed to be locked, surrounded by dense spaceships and pepper jars that were already covered with tentacles.

"Time? What does that mean? ”

Bourkeso was a little distressed by what was in front of him.

Judging by his shallow understanding of the rules, time in this place is not just slowing down or speeding up, as the guys said before.

Instead, they were locked in some strange state, like a picture.

Anyway, Bourkeso couldn't figure out what the nature of time was, and the rules had always been stingy with life with an incomplete soul.

And as the purpose of Bourkeso's trip, there was still no trace of the Hell Demon King who was hidden here.

It made him a little messy.

After all, a chase without a trace is more like a headless fly.

Destroy everything just to find the shadow of the Demon King of Hell? That approach was not on Bourqueso's radar.

"Destruction!"

Not far away, a pepper pot with tentacles made a mechanical sound.

For these genetically modified guys, the machine is their body.

Barely visible golden remnants of paint could be seen between the dense tentacles, and the creature's mechanical body stretched out an arm like a toilet bowl and fired a laser at Bourkeso.

The laser also pierced the monster's shaking tentacles, and judging from the unhindered attack, the monster didn't seem to have much sanity.

This is a rarity for Dalik.

No matter how much these guys act like monsters, they're all intelligent beings.

Madness is an emotion that should not exist for them.

Even other than obeying a higher command, thinking was not very common for Dalik at the bottom.

"Huh?"

Bourkeso didn't let out a battle cry, just let out some strange admiration.

He watched with a strange look as the laser flew past him, and if it were to attack, it would have been much off, at least it wouldn't pose the slightest threat.

Guys who can't even hit their targets shouldn't be treated as a big threat.

Even if the power of that laser made Bourkeso a little curious, it was already comparable to the power displayed by the top-level Earth Hammer attack.

It was nothing to Bourkeso, but none of the barbarian recruits could withstand such a blow now.

I didn't care too much about the monster in front of me, it was just a thing that could be eaten casually.

Even though the aura of the very iron box Barr temperament on his body made him a little unhappy, but now he had more important things to do.

"Andariel, tell me who is hiding here? Azmodan or Baal! ”

Bourkeso asked Andariel in a threatening tone, and although he didn't think he would get a real answer, it didn't bother to ask.

Even though the guy behaved like a member of Baal's family, Baal never did anything like corruption.

Destruction is always straightforward, and even calculations don't hide it.

"I don't know, I'm serious."

Andariel's tone was also tinged with some doubt.

She could feel that her brother's aura was indeed present in this place, but it was difficult to tell the exact source at this time.

However, Andariel will not tell Bourkeso all about her feelings, anyway, it is her freedom to say whatever she wants.

Bourkeso couldn't shut her up or tell the truth.

"You know, Masayr will definitely come to this world, if you don't want to be killed by that guy with me, you'd better cooperate with me."

Bourkeso pulled out the mace of Mercylessness again, smashed the shell of the splattery Dalik, and then looked at the flesh and blood that had lost its shell and began to expand rapidly, Bourkeso's face showed a rare expression of disgust.

Now he was almost sure who was doing everything here, this way of corrupting and then transforming was something that only the Sin Demon King would like.

At least half of the demons with names and surnames are from the hands of that guy, siege beasts, kaom, etc., messy.

"We will not fail, he has lost the vessel that devoured us. As long as you're corrupted, everything will go back to the way it started. ”

Andariel said something that was hard to tell the truth.

It's a good thing that Andariel is no longer stirring up Bourkeso's emotions with her loud voices, but it's also off to a bad start.

People who communicate with the Hell Demon King usually don't end well.

Bourkeso didn't take it seriously.

If Masael is able to devour the power and part of the Origin of the Archangels without any influence like Diablo devouring his brothers and sisters, then he will be able to devour the Origin of the Demon King of Hell.

Moreover, when Masayir became "Death", he had already obtained the power of the Seven Demon Kings.

"Azmodan! The guy here is Azmodan! ”

Bourkeso shouted as if he were in a broken mind, and then the Ancestor he used again summoned the skill.

So the figures of the three ancestors in Hell disappeared and appeared in this place instead.

It's just that their bodies look a little fragile.

The connection between the sacred mountain of Harorgas and the world on the other side of the rift is somewhat weak, so these ancestors were weakened a lot when they appeared here.

As for Bourkeso, all his power comes from himself, and naturally it will not be weakened by changes in the environment.

I have to say that being a hero is sometimes a little more comfortable than the gods incarnated by the rules.

At least not in a world that has no rules at all.

But if a god of rules can pass on rules that the world doesn't have, then maybe he can get more things.

Apparently Azmodan in this world now has done just that.

The concept of time is always relative.

It's as if someone would question "God was the sun created on the fourth day, so what are the first three days based on to measure the time".

"You're going to summon us over, is there anything hard about this place?"

Madoc waved his weapon and asked with some surprise.

"We haven't had time to kill those nasty things yet, and it doesn't seem like we need to fight around here."

Colic glanced at his surroundings for a moment, then smashed the swollen Dalik with an axe.

"Roar, nice touch, this guy reminds me of those powerful demons back then."

Colik felt the touch of splitting the monster's body in his hand, and roared in surprise.

Dalik's body is actually quite fragile, originally a soft mud-like posture.

But after being transformed by Azmodan, the speed of this biological transformation is somewhat exaggerated, but even the mood of obedience disappears.

Dalik's senseless madness prevented these guys from showing the power they were meant to have.

Technology is not something that a madman can play with, it is a force that requires knowledge and action to construct together.

"You're asking us to help you find the Hell Demon King hiding here?"

Cassius asked, shaking his fist, then turned his gaze to the picture-like planet in the distance.

"Go find it, I always feel that there is no such space in the world here."

Bourkeso said with a frown, the trouble was beyond imagination.

In the end, it turned into a boring game of peek-a-boo.

"I hope you won't be delayed here for too long, after all, you can't do without your presence for the time being."

Cassius left the next sentence and rushed to the twisted Dalik group, fighting was what he loved best.

Finding someone is just fun after fighting.

While Bourkeso and the three ancestors were searching for Azmodan's whereabouts, the battle on St. Paul's Cathedral finally took a turn.

Konstantin had already determined that the magic opportunity to attack only souls would be able to break through and take out the cyber without the slightest hindrance.

Those guys' knowledge of the soul is a blank, so they are all freshmen in the course of how to protect the soul.

"Supreme Mage, you can prepare, just like you did when you pulled my soul out of my body. I don't think these guys know how to get their souls back into this tin can."

Konstantin thought of an easier way, he wanted to see what the transformed cyber souls would look like.

It's something to look forward to.

Koichi gave Konstantin a cold look, then turned around and continued to fight.

Compared to what Konstantin thought, she didn't want to try it at all.

The actions of the cyber soul and the body are completely contradictory, and the cry of pain from the soul is enough to make people feel uneasy.

People on different levels will have completely different ideas, as if Odin, who can hear that voice, is just silently sending liberation to these miserable people.

The Ascension was a joke after all.

The human soul remains in the shell because the body is not completely dead, but the completely uncontrolled body and mind can split the two.

Until the moment when the soul will do nothing but weep bitterly.

This again involves a debate about whether the soul manipulates the body or the body controls the soul.

For the top of the occult, the soul is the source of all power.

This is something that is difficult for those who are dwelling headlong in technology to understand.

After all, the existence of souls is a question for them, and this doubt will continue until they die.

"Kill them, Ancient One! I can stop those guys while you prepare. ”

Rorschach roared in a voice that bordered on roaring, but his tone was eerily calm.

Just hearing about Doctor Who and their discussion of the birth of a cyberman made it impossible for this righteous agent to ignore at all.

Being born free was not a slogan for Rorschach, he really did.

The person who is manipulated is the weak person to him, so he needs to be "saved".

Although it may seem like a paranoiac mental journey, this is exactly what Rorschach really thinks about as an being, and it is also his justice.

"It's a pity that only then will I look forward to death."

The Ancient One muttered quietly.

The justice given by death is the best relief for this soul.

With the words coming out, the Ancient One handed over his front-row battle position to Rorschach, and silently walked to the back row still chanting those weird spells.

As the symbol and master of white magic, the Vishan Emperor had many similar spells.

The most effective of these is to send these souls directly to the realm of the dead.

This relief couldn't be better for cyber people.

And in the realm of death at this time, death sitting on the throne watched all this happen without saying a word.

Although she really wanted to make an expression, the expression of the skeleton's face was a little difficult for others.

"I don't want to see that mage destined for immortality at all, so my brother, are you sure you want me to come and visit for myself?"

The voice of death rang in Eternity's ears, and Eternity nodded imperceptibly.

The existence of a race in a completely different world is also of great help to this world.

The world needs to be upgraded! It starts with those souls of other worlds.