"Alright, let's go back first."

Bourkeso's face was not very good-looking, and either outcome would be a huge problem for him.

The appearance of Oriel means that the two worlds are no longer independent of each other, and if there is a passage, then a great catastrophe will begin.

Bourkeso suddenly lost interest in punching bags, and his mind was full of thoughts about the affairs between the Seven Demon Kings of Hell and the Five Archangels.

Except for the death that appeared at the beginning, he had not seen any other existence in this world that could be comparable to the Demon King of Hell in terms of personality.

This in itself is a dangerous sign.

Even if Bourkeso was able to defeat the Hell Demon King, and even cut off the head of the seven-in-one Great Demon God Diablo, he knew very well that if he was alone, those Hell Demon Kings would have a way to avoid him.

This world was not the one he was familiar with, and the Hell Demon King had countless places to hide.

Even if he finally came to the door one by one, the pain caused by those Hell Demon Kings was inevitable.

Even if that death had the personality of Masail, how could a death who had never experienced a fight be an opponent of the Demon King of Hell?

The incarnation of the rules of this world is not like the war between the Archangel and the Demon Lord of Hell for countless years, and has never experienced the kind of war comparable to the Eternal War.

In Bourkeso's opinion, the incarnation of the rules of this world may not be of much use in the fight against the Demon King of Hell.

"Bourkeso, I want to ......"

"You come back to the Holy Mountain with me, and I'll take you to Leiko."

Bourkeso interrupted Matthew, saying that if everything was as he imagined, then cultivating more Nephiliten was the best option right now.

The Hellboy was gasping for breath, as if he were breathing in the beauty of the world, but the heat of his breath still made him look hideous.

The stone arm dragged Johnny Blaze hobbled to the wreckage of his RV, the hapless driver, protected by Gabriel's devastating flames, now lying on the ground praying with his eyes closed.

……

"So you're back with Matthew?"

The Ancient One looked calm, as if he was telling something inconsequential.

But she knew exactly what it would mean if Bourqueso's fears came true.

After looking at the fragments of Bourkeso's memories, she had a clear idea of what the Seven Demon Kings of Hell and the Five Archangels represented.

"That Odin, I'd better find time to meet him."

Bourkesso's expression grim as he watched as Ma Xian continued to charge under Leko's men.

"Maybe it's best to let more people become partners, after all, you can't take on the affairs of the two worlds alone."

The eyes of Agomoto on the chest of the ancient one radiated a golden light, and it seemed that her emotions were not as calm as they appeared.

"I don't want a world to be exactly like the one I remember."

Bourkeso stood up and walked to the Elder's Temple.

The Kanai box inside is exuding a mysterious rhythm, as if to explain something.

Konstantin was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the cold walls around him that reflected the dim light of the fire.

Although there were bright torches on the walls of the Elder Temple, the fire was never very bright.

A strange place, a strange people, and a powerful force that could be feared by the Demon Monarch he knew.

It's all scary.

Fear originated from the fear of the unknown, and even though Konstantin had sealed the cowardice in his soul early on, he still felt the emotion called fear.

With the sound of the boots on Bourkeso's feet, he turned his head to look at Bourkeso.

"What do you want from me?"

Konstantin's voice was more serious than ever, and his face lost its usual frivolity.

His first question could hardly hide his uneasiness.

"I'm going to find out where that power comes from."

Bourkeso's voice was cold, like that of a Quarkek training soldier.

"What are you going to do if the Hell Demon Lord comes to this world?"

Vorusk's low roar like a lion resounded through the Elder Temple.

This place doesn't stop anyone from entering, but in general only Vorusk likes to stay here.

He is the only one on the throne of the Immortal King, and this will continue until Bourkesso takes over the glorious title.

"I'll take my twin knives and send them back to hell one by one!"

Bourkeso's eyes widened and Vorusk stared at each other, the Seven Demon Kings of Hell were the embodiment of the rules, and no matter how powerful Nephilim was, he still couldn't destroy them.

"And you're going to be the patron saint of this world? Don't make me laugh! ”

Vorusk stood up from his throne, exuding a fierce aura from his body, and his golden beard was windless, like the mane of a lion.

"Then are you waiting for those miscellaneous pieces to crush the world!"

Bourkeso's miserable white hair exploded, and now the two of them were like a confrontation between the old and new lion kings before the battle.

Konstantin, sitting cross-legged, clung to the ground like a sapling ravaged by a hurricane. He almost passed out.

"Look at your gray hair! You still haven't gotten rid of the threat of death, so why should you boast about Haikou? ”

Compared with Bourkeso, who has not yet ascended the throne, Vorusk has the spirit of an immortal king.

The tone is arrogant, lazy and atmospheric.

"Death can't take away my will!"

"But he can make you look like a dying old man!"

The armor belonging to the glory of the Immortal King appeared on Bourkeso's body one by one, and there was a sound of metal colliding between Bourkeso's body.

And this suit of armor also appeared on Vorusk's body, and it was also making a noise.

"You're not an immortal king yet."

"But I'm already the strongest!"

With Bulkeso's declaration, the momentum on Vorusk gradually subsided.

He could not refute Bourkeso's words.

After Bourkeso cut off the head of the Great Demon God, what he said was the truth.

"If only I were alive."

"Then you're no match for me anymore."

Bourkeso lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Vorusk like an eagle.

"This time justice is not on your side."

The armor on Vorusk's body gradually became transparent, and he looked at Bourkeso with a calm gaze.

"Tyrell is justice, but justice is more than Tyrell."

Bourkeso tossed the stone hammer in his hand to Voruske, then turned and walked towards Kanai's box.

He didn't know if there was any message in Oriel's power to pass on to him, but he didn't think that hope would do anything meaningless.

Next, just stuff Constantine's soul into Kanai's box and borrow a forgotten soul to extract this power.

Bourkeso wanted to know what Oriel's true purpose was.