The Seven Demon Kings of Hell are actually just a somewhat weak collective name.

For human beings, each of the seven demon kings is full of danger, after all, there are not many existences that have the ability to say no to the seven demon kings.

Andariel seems to be the least ambitious of the Seven Demon Kings, just like the big bug of Duriel, just trying to satisfy his hobby hidden deep in his soul.

But that doesn't mean they don't have any cities.

"Andariel, you'll say it before I find a way to devour you."

When he said this, Bourkeso touched the tattoo on his chest with his hand, and his tone was very stern.

You can even feel the cruelty that comes from the demonic bloodline.

"You've never been the one we fear the most, Bourkeso. You have lost the nobility of your soul, what is the difference between you and a killing machine?

You're not even as intimidating as the Vorusk guy, and not even as brainless fool as Cassius. ”

Andariel's voice was filled with disdain, and Alzmodean, who was also imprisoned in the Dark Soul Stone, had a somewhat different opinion of Andariel.

"You don't have a hobby, you like spirits just because they're the ones that give you a tingle.

You have no hope, not even desire, and no ambition.

Bulkeso, tell me what is the purpose of your existence? Is it just a noble devotion?

You are like a shell without ego that you made this choice just because you heard the bewitchment of those archangels.

How do the actions of the archangels compare to us? ”

Andariel's voice was mocking as he stated his opinion on it all.

Bourkeso could even think of Andariel's disgusting body grooming her hair, a beautiful expression with cruelty and viciousness exuding charm.

"I heard people's wails and saw children's tears.

I feel a heart-rending despair, and a hatred for you.

Andariel, you are a complete soul, but you have never had the opportunity to feel the sublime of humanity! ”

Bourkeso said softly.

That's what he really said, but it's not all.

"There is no difference between us and the archangels, we have corrupted countless people, and they have only 'infected' the strongest of the human race. In the end—you humans, Nephilim—will only serve as nourishment for the rules. ”

Andariel's words at this time silenced Azmodan.

Alzmodan wondered if it was time to consider a different approach to Andariel.

What Andariel is showing now is beyond the realization of the Lord of Evil.

How much do the Seven Demon Kings of Hell know about each other? Although they have existed together for a long time, they are more likely to look at each other with intrigues.

Cooperative, but the same hostile.

Every Hell Demon King wants to become a great demon god, but Diablo has gone the most far-reaching on this path.

"You mean Rasmar is out of your control? Or is it the same with Bourkeso? ”

Bourkeso unscrewed the seal from the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

What is the quality of the spirits? Bourkeso doesn't care about that.

I like tingling and things like that, Andariel was right.

He just liked the tingling.

Gaining power is never without a price.

As a price that surpasses Cassius's mastery of ignoring pain, it feels very dull for Bourqueso.

Therefore, he has no requirements for the taste of food, and the sense of taste is only a powerful sacrifice for Bourquesso itself.

He didn't feel anything about Andariel's demagogic words.

Instead, he pays attention to something different, such as Andariel's avoidance of Lasma.

"Rasma wants to wake up her mother, what do you think Lilith, my mother and Nephilim, will do to Masayar?"

"Masayar will make Lilith understand the meaning of death."

Bourkeso was about to end the conversation, and language often seemed hollow.

As a bridge of communication, language is only useful when two parties need to communicate.

And now Bourkeso didn't plan to have any understanding with the Hell Demon King.

"Hehehehe~ Bulkeso, I fooled you into thinking that you are not as unambitious as I imagined, or that your ambition is not comparable to even the Vorusk guy."

Andariel left behind a string of silver bells of laughter.

What kind of person would give himself nobly, or even be willing to lose himself?

Hero?

Andariel has seen too many heroes in her life, but none of them are as determined as Bourkeso.

A hero without ambition, or purpose, is not as determined as Bourkeso.

"Ambition? Perhaps. But before that happens, I'll have to give you a home! ”

Bourkeso roared roughly, and Bourkeso's voice could be heard everywhere on the Holy Mountain, like tongues of fire in a furnace, a sound that kept devouring.

"Bourkeso!"

Leoric's voice rang out just in time, and the burly skeleton of the Skeletron appeared in front of Bourkeso.

Craig has already obtained the memory that belongs to Karasim, and now Skeletron is no longer entangled.

The way Bourkeso is acting now doesn't seem to be much different from when he was driven crazy by Diablo.

So he's worried.

"Leorick, it's good to see you standing here."

Bourkeso said to Leorik with a blank face.

His hand kept rubbing the rim of the bottle, and his rough fingers made an unpleasant noise on the rim of the glass.

"Although you are not as defenseless as I am to the persecution of the Demon Lord of Hell, you are already on the brink of danger."

"I'm sorry for Leah. Leorick. ”

Bourkeso finally had a chance to say this to Leoric.

"Tell me about my granddaughter, Bulkeso. I think she must be a child of integrity like Aidan. ”

Leorick let out a long exhalation.

Although he no longer has the conditions to exhale, the lament from the soul still makes everyone feel his regret.

"Leah, she's kind. Kinder than me, better than Kane, and even better than Oriel. ”

Bourkeso organized the language and sat directly on the ground.

He sat directly on the ground in the snow of the sacred mountain, and his whole body sank into the snow.

"But you know, Leah doesn't have anyone to guide her to power, though she's a formidable warrior in the eyes of ordinary people.

But compared to the Hell Demon King, that's a little too far behind.

She never complained, not even as she watched Kane's body turn to ashes in the flames. ”

Bourkeso spoke slowly.

When Bourkeso met Leah at that time, Sonya and Li Min were already by Leah's side.

The warrior monk of Karasim was like a guide, constantly helping Leah.

"Leoric, you know. The kingdoms of mankind are always changing, and there are only a few ways to gain power that have really been handed down. Before Kanduras, the kingdom of darkness was also destroyed.

There are only a few ways to become stronger. ”

Bourkeso's words silenced Leorik.

Whether it's the fallen kingdoms or the wanderers.

Among them are also powerful warriors.

But apart from the professions and races represented by the original Nephiten, there is no path that can become stable and strong.

Leorick is strong, there's no doubt about that.

Before he became Skeletron, he was a formidable warrior to the Helllord.

It's hard to even say whether Leorik is stronger alive or if he is stronger as Skeletron.

But that's not a strong path with benchmarks.

"When I was alive...... Never mind. Looks like you don't want to talk to me about the past. Bourkeso, the length of your life has allowed you to witness the rise and fall of Kanduras, which for you are not legends, but past. ”

A faint blue glow flashed in Leorik's hollow eyes.

That's Skeletron's soul.

He exists, so this skeleton can be as clean as new.

"That was yesterday! Leorick! ”

Bourkeso roared a little uncontrollably.

Not far away, the ancestors were silently watching what was happening here.

For the immortal Nephilim, a lot of things happened yesterday.

Lecco clasped her hands to her chest and lowered her head.

She felt some discomfort in her throat, but had no idea of clearing her throat.

Just "yesterday", she lost her love.

That's unforgettable.

So Reco believed in fate, and even got the favor of Isseriel.

"Bourkeso, you are the courage of a barbarian."

Talik appeared at Bourkeso's side, his thick arm resting on Bourkeso's shoulder.

"You are the king of the barbarians, but you don't seem to be so competent. You are the only one of the Barbarian leaders of all generations to make the Barbarians a sparse group. ”

Madoc stuck his axe into the ground and rubbed his chin with one hand.

"But you are also the most noble king, only you are less selfish."

Colic stood beside Skeletron and patted Leorik on the shoulder.

The three ancestors were not Bourkeso's predecessors, they were partners.

Grow together and fight together until the moment you die in battle.

So there are a lot of things that only the three of them can say to Bourkeso.

"The king is not supposed to be a saint, Bourkeso, but you are an exception."

Vorusk stood on a cliff in the distance and said quietly.

Without desire, there will be no possession.

Noble, that means not plundering.

Kindness, just think that the battle is always the last option.

But only Bourkeso, who was least like a king, was the king trusted by all the barbarians.

"Bourkeso, that's funny."

Azmodan finally found an opportunity to speak.

In his opinion, now was the best chance to corrupt Bourkeso.

Being pointed out by someone familiar can easily breed sin.

Azmodan felt a familiar scent, and with some guidance, sin spread.

People have always been like this, and negative emotions are always emerging.

Therefore, Azmodean, the king of sin, is the most difficult demon king of hell to defeat.

"But I am the king of the barbarians! You should be respectful to the king. ”

Bourkeso ignored Azmodan's voice in his head.

He shouted loudly to the soul in front of him.

"No king does everything himself, Bourkeso."

Talik pulled out the evidence of shame and stuck it next to Madoc's great axe.

Colick drew his great axe and stuck it into the ground.

Three huge heavy weapons were intertwined like a mountain.

"Woo~"

There was a rough cracking sound, and Vorusk's gravel hammer landed heavily on the peak of the weapon.

The Immortal King's Gravel Hammer was glowing with a dazzling blood-red glow.

The original legendary weapon will carry the light of the soul of the man who shaped the legend.

The bloody crimson is the soul of Vorusk.

With the red light on the Immortal King's gravel hammer flickering.

Evidence of shame, Madoc's grief, and the three legendary weapons of Bastine's power are also beginning to shine.

The evidence of Talik's shame floated with gray remorse, and his soul was gray with hope and pain.

Madolph's great axe was glowing blue, and it was sadness.

Madoc, the battle prophet, has always been sad because he knows the outcome of the battle, and his giant axe has become a little rusty and full of low mood.

Madoc, the most rude, has been immersed in downright sadness.

Bastine's power emitted a warm glow, but it only turned into a fierce orange-yellow in an instant, and it was gradually turning towards incandesmine.

Colick's soul is full of the value of life, warm but tyrannical.

His love for life fills him with anger in battle.

Fighting, after all, is fought to take away life, so Coric's soul is the purest rage.

"Bourkeso, you haven't been a legend, have you?"

Leorik looked at the scene in front of him and asked with some bewilderment.

Bourkeso hasn't really created his own legend yet, and no one knows what color his soul will be.

Perhaps Masayr knew this, because when he fought Bourkeso, the power of death would make him see different things.

"Legends are the power you leave behind after the curtain falls."

Bourkeso looked at the hill of several weapons, and pulled out the Oath Keeper and Mercyless.

Two legendary weapons are shining brightly.

The Oath Keeper of Anda Kurgas is gray with hatred.

Anda Kurgas killed his own traitorous brother, he had no mercy, only hatred and anger.

Mokot's compassionlessness exudes a verdant green full of love for life.

Mokot, who has no mercy for all evil, and named his weapon "Mercyless", is the one who can not bear to see his life passing.

Some guys, as long as they live, will make others unable to live.

So even if he couldn't bear it, Mokot persuaded himself not to have mercy.

"And me! Bourkeso! It never ends! ”

As Bourkeso said this, the entire sacred mountain of Harlogas trembled.

"Cut, you were still called Hikkaru back then...... Forget it, it's still not a waste of fun. ”

Nicknamed the Conqueror, Hylaber whispered not far away.

He had a smile on his face.

Instead of turning the legend into a weapon, his entire body was constantly exuding black.

The conqueror, it's just a joke.

What did Haylaper conquer?

He was just having to plunder the few resources he had to survive for the sake of his people's survival.

He only felt like a joke, full of sarcasm.

The conqueror was a pacifist who wanted the world to calm the wars. But so that the children of the tribe do not have to shiver topless in the cold wind.

He waged an unjust war and suffered for it.

However, he is called a conqueror.

It was at this time that the holy mountain began to be sprinkled with pure power.

Pure, colorless power.

Only the ground that constantly trembles as a proof of strength.

The power of the Sacred Mountain pulled away the soul-colored legends of the ancestors and rushed towards Bourkeso's body.

The jumble of colors turned into a pure brilliance, crashing directly into Bourkeso's forehead.

The crimson glow and sheer brilliance of the Dark Soul Stone twisted together, and the wings of courage behind Bourkeso began to emerge.

The three forces began to clash, and then rushed into Bourkeso's forehead.

"What did you do!"

Azmodan let out a terrible cry as he was being strangled by several intertwined forces.

The pain that seemed to have put the soul in a millstone made the Lord of Sin wail.

His wails were transmitted throughout the Holy Mountain.

The Dark Soul Stone's connection to the outside world was forcibly opened by mixed forces, and the Dark Soul Stone was not the cage that never saw the light of day at this moment.

"Alright, Azmodan, be a little decent. You are the Demon Lord of Hell. ”

Andariel's voice full of pleasure rang out, and everyone could feel the pleasure and distortion.

The Lord of Torment, Andariel has finally found the feeling she's always wanted to find.

Pain!

Andariel is constantly torturing everything, from physical to mental, and she is constantly trying all kinds of terrible punishments.

For nothing more than to let his twisted soul feel pain.

Andariel is not complete.

As the child of Inaris and Lilith, she was supposed to be Nephitien, just like Rasma.

But her birth was not smooth, and she did not inherit the power of the angel's father, but completely inherited the magic of Lilith.

The remnants of the angels left her soul incomplete, so she constantly devoured the souls of the sufferers, trying to make herself whole.

Andariel doesn't expect to be a Nephilim, but at least she's going to be a complete demon.

Mutilation is Andariel's pain, and in order to be complete, Andariel continues to create tragedies and develop torture.

Step by step, she ascended to the throne of the Demon King of Hell, but she was not a complete demon after all.

"Today is such a beautiful day ~ the birds are singing ~ the flowers are blooming! A day like this, a kid like you! It should burn in the flames of hell! ”

Vader's figure suddenly appeared nearby, speaking in a singing tone.

The moment he finished speaking, the rich hatred in Vader's soul joined the collision of the three forces!

Hate!

Hate is Vader's soul!

Hatred for your own weakness! Hatred for your own weakness! Hatred of loss!

His lover was taken by Azmodan, the king of sin, and then shattered by Andariel's soul.

Before Vader died, he saw his lover's mangled corpse like a puddle of rotten flesh!

There was only one head left, with twisted pain on it!

Just by seeing a head, he understood how much torture his lover had suffered before he died!

What filled his soul with hatred was not the tragic condition of his lover!

But the eyes that opened were full of hope for life!

Before his lover dies, he is still full of hope for him!

She believes that Vader will make enough money to redeem her from the clutches of the Demon King of Hell!

"Die!"

Vader roared, her eyes completely red.

The pupils continued to expand, turning into two deep hollows, from which the tears of the soul flowed!

"Azmodan! Andariel! Die! Die! Die! ”

Vader's roar grew sharper and louder, mader and crazier each time!

The light of Kanai's box appeared on Vader's body!

This ancestor, who was always idle, avoided the eyes of others and received the tacit approval of Vorusk!

Successfully came into contact with Kanais's Box!

"Such a great artifact, you have finally been used to do a great thing!"

Vorusk stood on a high place and laughed rampantly, his body constantly trembling.

Bourkeso's sacrifice is what he witnessed.

Vorusk is the Immortal King!

Until there is no successor to Bourkeso, he will escort every barbarian!

Since Bourkeso had made a dedication and chosen a noble sacrifice, he, as the King of Immortals, would not have allowed a barbarian to go mad in agony!

Bulkeso's plan is crazy, but Vorusk is even crazier than Bulkeso!

He doesn't dare to follow the rules like the soulless Bourkeso, he wants to be above all else!

At this moment, Vader's power became the last straw in this struggle!

The entanglement of the three forces finally divided the winner and loser!

The power of the sacred mountain of Harogas poured into Bourkeso's forehead, and the Dark Soul Stone shed its crimson and black-brown appearance and became bright.

All the light rushed into the dark soul stone on Bourkeso's head.

"I see, Vorusk, I always thought that the wildness of your legend was just boasting! Ha ha! ”

Leorik laughed out loud!

When he met Bourkeso, at the time when he and Bourkeso had come to an agreement.

He was disappointed in Vorusk, the only immortal king in the legend.

Because at that time, Vorusk was like a villain who bewitched an ignorant teenager to make sacrifices.

There is no such thing as the courage of an immortal king.

But only now did he finally understand all of Vorusk's plans!

"Unfortunately, now you've left that world! If he gets the legends of those places in the Sensai Academy, Bourkeso will be able to liberate his soul!

It's a pity that all this has changed beyond your imagination! ”

Leorik roared loudly, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

If Bourkeso hadn't left the original world, the warrior monks, holy cult troops, mages, witch doctors, and the legends of the demon hunters would have been able to completely crush the souls of the six Hell Demon Kings!

And turn this into nourishment for Bourkeso!

The part of the soul that is separated will become unprecedentedly powerful, and become a great demon god-like existence in the dark soul stone.

As long as he receives the blessings and gifts of the archangels, Bourkeso will inevitably ascend to the high platform of the creator god.

"What a pity! What a pity! You still have Kanai's Box! What a shame! ”

Leorik watched with regret as everything was happening in front of him.

The legends of the six classes are enough to completely shatter the souls of all the Hell Demon Kings except Diablo!

Coupled with the divine power of Kanai's box, these fragments will be integrated into Bourkeso's body without hindrance!

Bourkeso inherited this glorious name because Vorusk had already figured out how to make him the greatest barbarian.

If everything goes according to Vorusk's ideas, then the current Bulkeso is the strongest one!

And as an existence that divides his soul, he will not be afraid!

Bulkeso, who will not be afraid, is Diablo's biggest nemesis!

No fear, no confusion!

Even in the realm of fear, he will not be defeated at the hands of Diablo!

Bourkeso could have become a god.

It's a pity that the sudden appearance of Masayle ruined this opportunity!

The weapons of the barbarian ancestors were reduced to a physical body in the Dark Soul Stone, and they pierced Azmodan's body with a heavy impact.

"It's not close! It's not close! ”

Vader is already crazy!

His hatred is the dominant one that pierces the soul of the Hell Demon King.

If you want to completely smash the two Hell Demon Kings, these powers are not enough!

"Recôme! Give me your legend! ”

Vorusk shouted loudly!

Not far away, Lecco was still holding her hands to her chest and watching silently.

Those who believe in fate are willing to sacrifice, but they will never violate the established rules.

Lecko, whom Iseriel had been looking for, did not interfere in the matter.

But she knew exactly what Vorusk was going to do.

"Recôme! Hurry up! ”

Orungus and Cassius roared directly at Reco, and Orac brandished the Blade of War in his hand directly at Reco.

Kanuk, who had been watching Rek, suddenly rushed out and knocked Orak out like a bolt of lightning.

If Reco's belief is fate, then Canuk's belief is Recôme herself.

For the sake of Leko Kanuk, there will be no hesitation! Even if he had to deal with his thousands of years of companions!

"Cassius, calm down!"

Kotur of the Great Bear tribe appeared behind Orungus with a challenge, and his arms wrapped around Orungus's body like two pythons.

On the Holy Mountain, no one's power is above Kotur except for Bourkeso.

Olungus, who was directly saved by Kotur, lost the ability to act.

"Kotur, we have a different position on this matter!"

Cassius yelled at Kotur.

He had already been subdued in the battle with Bourkeso.

Cassius thinks that Bourkeso deserves the help of everyone and deserves to become the creator god!

Even in the face of his best friends, he is still on the side of Bulkeso and Vorusk!

"Cassius, think about how to face Banar first!"

Kotur yelled at Cassius.

He wasn't going to fight Cassius, just as Cassius didn't want to fight him.

Banar appeared across from Cassius with red eyes, waving his knives wildly.

"Banar, are you crazy!"

Cassius didn't have the strength to care about Kotur's monster anymore.

When it comes to Banar, no being can take it lightly!

Banar, who has completely fallen into the mad flowers, will definitely not stop except being defeated!

“xia！”

Banar yelled wildly!

"Azmodan, I'm X, you're X!"

Cassius' trademark swearing and war cry appeared, except that he didn't name his companions.

Even a man like him would not be insulting to his own people.

So Azmodan became the being he named!

"Vorusk, what are you going to do to me?"

Lecque's eyes looked at Vorusk flatly, she was genuinely curious.

The Barbarian's Legendary Outfit, all three of which are on Bourkeso's body.

But she's wearing her own set of legends!

Lecco's Legacy Charge!

At this time, the strongest combat power on the Holy Mountain, except for Bulkeso, was not Vorusk, who had just handed over the gravel hammer to Burkeso.

It's a believer in the fate of Leko!

Wearing the legendary suit, she is the strongest fighting power on the Holy Mountain under Bulkeso!

It's just that she won't fight like Vorusk.

Vorusk is just an immortal king, and Lyco is just a poor female warrior who died under the guidance of fate for Vorusk's mistakes.

In other words, Vorusk owes Leko a life!

"You know, your legend doesn't have to be! Recôme! ”

Even though Vorusk was speaking in a very serious tone, he still said it with a smile.

"Hah!"

Orak let out a battle cry, and it was clear that he had already fired a real fire in the battle with Kanuk!

Kanuk wasn't the kind of person he liked.

A powerful barbarian, the leader of the bull tribe after Reco, Kanuk always seeks death in battle.

He has no sense of responsibility, he doesn't want the tribe to be strong, he just wants to keep following in Leko's footsteps.

"God of War? The god of war will also die! ”

Kanuk let out a roar of rage and charged at Orak with his shoulders sideways!

The blow was no different from the blow that slammed into Azmodan's stomach with the decisive blow he had never returned.

But this time, there was no dense demon army for him to gather strength.

"Chief Kanuk! You guy who doesn't even inherit the name of the leader! How dare you! ”

Orak unleashed his trademark slam, and the tremendous force slashed straight down at Kanuk's body!

Orak is not known for his outbursts, he excels at never-ending, never-ending battles.

Stable and precise, but lacking the power to make a final decision.

He is undoubtedly better than Kanuk, but winning is not something that can be done in a short period of time.

"Calga!"

Orungus slammed his hammer back into the bridge of Kotur's nose, but to no avail.

It's just that it left a nosebleed that wasn't even serious, and it wasn't even an injury.

Kotur's strong neck made it impossible for his head to be shaken easily.

Even if the bridge of his nose is hit hard, he will not waver in the slightest!

Kotur is such a man, stubborn as a stone.

Orungus called out to the vanguard general, Karga.

The legendary barbarian, who could pierce the demon's body with a flagpole, joined the fray with a furious charge, a rudimentary spear in his hand.

In the face of his compatriots, even if this battle could not be easily resolved, he did not intend to use all his strength to fight.

Fighting is a matter of another realm.

A heavy sword rained down from the sky and slammed into Calgar's spear!

Jump Slash Death from the Sky!

Here comes the barbarian who has been given the name of the Sword Master, the Sword Master Karn! The creator of the Talent Fighter!

A legendary barbarian who keeps fighting, shouting to kill as many as he wants, and finally gets drowned in a sea of endless demons!

He did not believe that the existence of the creator gods was necessary. So he chose to prevent the Recco side from falling into a disadvantage.

Time will tell if it all ends!

"Vorusk, you chose the legends of those guys as the ladder for Burkeso to become stronger, but they weren't the best choice, were they?"

Leko said to Vorusk with the same nonchalant expression.

The hoarse voice didn't show any change in mood.

"Of course, the ideal state is Kanuk's God of War Blade, and Cole's Hidden Peak Fury. Bastin's power and proof of disgrace weren't a good fit. ”

Vorusk said with a smile.

The lion-like blonde hair fluttered in the wind.

"I wonder how you're going to convince the other guys if we don't come into this world?"

Lecco asked.

The mages of the Immortal Academy, the Holy Cult of the Brave Temple, the warrior monks of the Sky Temple, the witch doctors of the Invisible Lands, and the witchers of the Avengers camp are not the kind of beings who can be convinced.

As for those necromancers in the Shadow Kingdom, they only follow the will of Rasma.

And Rasmar could not have allowed Bourkeso to ascend to the throne of the creator god, so the necromancer himself was not counted among Vorusk.

"Because of Bourkeso and Sonya."

Vorusk just uttered two names.

Sonya and Johannah are on good terms, and Johannah, as the most powerful Holy Cult of this generation, has completely mastered all the voice of the Brave Temple.

Nazpo, the witch doctor, had long agreed with Vorusk to create a creator god to end the tragic fate of mankind.

The demon hunters represented by Vader are willing to do anything as long as they can kill the Hell Demon King completely.

As for the warrior monks of the Sky Temple, they owe Bourkeso a great favor. After all, the legendary fist gloves of the Dragon's Soul were repaired by Bourkeso himself, and they would not stop it in this matter.

As for the mages of the Immortal Sai Academy, Li Min will solve those problems.

As a knowledge-powered class, mages have a different view of equipment and legends than other classes.

The legacy of the ancestors is only a guide for the mages to learn and move forward, and it is not something that cannot be left behind.

Vorusk had already thought of everything.

"Is that so? It's just that right now, it seems like Bourkeso needs my legend, but I'm not going to let the change happen. ”

Leko was noncommittal about Vorusk's claims.

She still stands firmly on the guidance of fate.

"Bourkeso is the benchmark for barbarians! It's the banner of progress! It is the only one for the continuation of the race! ”

The smile on Vorussk's face changed slightly, and his tone roared with urgency.

Vader's soul cannot control those powerful forces for long, and this must be done as soon as possible.

By the time Vader begins to squeeze his soul origin, all traces of Vida's existence will disappear.

"Vorusk, we all know very well that you can't defeat me after you die."

Leko said indifferently.

He slammed his helmet over his head, obscuring his delicate and pale countenance.

Of course, she would not be without feelings for Bourqueso.

As the being who has gone furthest on the path of the barbarians, Bourkeso is a different being to all the barbarian ancestors.

But Burkeso's actions caused Masayar to suddenly descend on the sacred mountain of Harogas, which was what made the ancestors wonder about Vorusk's choice.

The arrival of Masayle said that the barbarians, who had been so hard to gather, had been reduced to powder, and it was impossible to say that they had no complaints.

For this reason, the ancestors, represented by Leko, thought that making Bourkeso the creator god was a choice against fate.

Just as Vorusk challenged the doom of death itself, the Patriarchs feared that this plan would cost the barbarians even more.

"But you forgot a guy, even if you were alive, you couldn't kill him. It's the same for me. ”

Vorusk took out a crown and tossed it gently in his hand.

Leoric's crown!

Skeletron Leorik is on the sacred mountain of Harlogas!

At this time, on the Holy Mountain, only Bourkeso had the ability to suppress Leoric, who was not classified as a life.

A Skeletron who has recovered and has not revealed his existence to the world has no weaknesses!

Even if Leko and Vorusk were still alive, they would not be able to kill Skeletron completely.

It didn't make any sense to simply smash Leorick's bones.

If Leorik didn't plan to fall asleep, he would be able to reappear in front of everyone in full bloom with just a few breaths.

"You mean the monster? This is the Holy Mountain of Harogas! ”

Recco said in a contemptuous tone.

Skeletron is indeed difficult, but on the sacred mountain of Harogas, Skeletron will be severely suppressed.

After all, he is not a being, neither an angel nor a demon.

Skeletron is something on another level, and Hallogas won't let him use his powers lightly.

"I am the Immortal King! And Bourkesso is the chosen user of Kanai's Box! He was protected by the first ancestors! ”

Vorusk said in a threatening tone.

The immensity of pure power brought about it was constantly approaching Leikou.

"You're going to rely on this to make me surrender? No kidding! The Immortal King? Not even the first ancestors could change my will! ”

With a roar of rage, a powerful momentum began to emerge on Leikou's body.

It was a resolute tear, it was a painful struggle!

With attachment in despair, anger sinking in love!

Legendary Barbarian Reco!

That heirloom armor appeared on her body! Lodge all of Leiko's love, full of all of Leikou's life!

"Why do you think I'm going to get involved?"

Leorick laughed loudly.

"Creator God? Honestly, if your chosen person wasn't Bourkeso, I would definitely have prevented this from happening. I've never had a good idea of God. ”