Warusk was walking silently.
He has always been at the forefront of the battlefield, but no demon has ever attacked him.
It was as if Warusk himself did not exist in this location.
"what is that?"
Tyrell watched Warusk's footsteps, feeling a little strange.
Although Tyrell had no intention of getting any news from Barr, he was still looking forward to an answer.
Will the power the barbarians have hidden for countless years be revealed?
As the evil group that bears the heaviest responsibility among the Nephalem, the barbarians' heritage is beyond the understanding of other professions.
"What a surprise, Tyrell. You will lose this round."
Barr looked in the direction Volusk was walking.
He probably gets it.
The barbarian who was born before Volusk, the barbarian whose name was intentionally or unintentionally hidden!
The barbarian who made Rasma give in at the last minute!
Great elder! Kanai!
"Kanai!"
Mephisto's willless shadow shouted out this name!
The power of hatred keeps rising!
"So that's it! Is this why the barbarians are so angry about what I did?"
Tyrael's hood trembled.
He couldn't imagine what this would look like if it continued to develop.
The impact of his destruction of the World Stone at that time may have been more cruel than the noble sacrifice he thought he made!
Kanai's Box was born from Kanai's hand. The archangels once believed that Kanai's soul had transformed into the box to provide help to the Nephalem.
But now, all this is about to be revealed!
Kanai's soul exists on the holy mountain of Harrogath!
And this "secret realm" may not be as simple as the archangels imagined!
"A bet? You're going to lose, Tyrell. It blows my mind."
Barr looked in front of Warusk with a smile on his face.
Being able to witness the heritage of barbarians is also exciting for Barr.
"Awesome? The devil would also have such emotions?"
Tyrell rarely laid his eyes on Barr, his eyes a little wandering.
Fortunately, his entire face was hidden in the darkness, so others could not observe his expression.
"It doesn't matter, you don't have to think about this anymore! Just wait, wait until you hand over everything to Bulcasso, and wait until Bulcasso is ready!"
Barr said this.
The power in his body was turbulent little by little.
The decision he made was not an easy one. He surrendered his personality and power and banished himself from the peak of the strong to the abyss.
No one would do this willingly.
It's just that he has no choice!
Warusk has reached his destination, a grave covered by snow.
There are no other traces on it, it just stands there quietly.
There was some nostalgia in Warusk's eyes, and a hint of pain flashed from time to time.
This time there is no Rathma, this time there will not be another damn necromancer waking this skeleton from its slumber!
"Kana~"
Warusk called out his name again, with a strange expression on his face.
This small box-like tomb is where the great elder's bones are buried.
It is not as earth-shattering as other strong men, nor does it have luxurious and vast underground tombs.
Some are just a short nest that no one disturbs.
"I thought I would never see you again, Kanai."
Warusk spoke in a tone that sounded like he was mumbling to himself.
"I became the Immortal King, the most unruly Immortal King. No matter now or in the future, there will be no one like me.
The first generation wasn't as arrogant as me, and the current Bulcasso isn't as careless as me.
However, only I know how cowardly the immortal king I am. "
Warusk spoke in a low voice.
Even the rustling sound of snowflakes can cover up his voice.
"Out of cowardice, I feel angry at everything that brings fear.
Because I am weak, I am in awe of all beings who are stronger than me.
I hate this kind of uncontrollable emotion. Fortunately, there is nothing to remind me of all this before I die.
But, was your corpse really not manipulated by Rasma in advance? "
Warusk took out the gravel hammer from his waist and held it in front of him.
He never fully showed all of himself.
The creator of the Immortal King suit, Warusk is in his most powerful state when he fights with his ancestors and displays the fury of the berserker.
It's just that he has never shown himself like that on the Holy Mountain.
Which ancestor can Volusk call upon to fight for him?
Gatekeepers like Madoc?
They are not qualified enough!
Leiko?
Leiko was powerful enough, but Leiko didn't appear until long after Volusk's death.
When Warusk was active as the strongest warrior, there was only one ancestor he summoned!
That is Kanai, who is called the Great Elder!
"ha!"
Warusk let out a small war cry, but his anger was already aroused.
Kanai's spirit, which had not appeared for countless years, appeared on the tomb little by little!
The barbarian with a kind and kind face and a strong and slender body was sitting on his grave, staring at Warusk with a pair of eyes.
"It's been such a long time."
Kanai's voice is like the afternoon sun, able to soothe the anxiety inside.
For a moment, Warusk seemed to be choked up.
Kanai turned his head casually and was a little surprised after distinguishing his current position.
"I'm here to confirm something with you, Kanai!"
Warusk's tone of voice was a little strange, as if he was trying to cover up his uneasiness.
"You want to summon me out even if you consume my soul, or in my burial place? So what do you want to know?"
Kanai said with some helplessness.
At that time on the Holy Mountain of Arreat, the person who blocked Rasma was none other than the current Volusk!
Facing Rasma, Warusk cannot be said to be helpless.
But after Rathma awakened Kanai's Corpse Ship, all Warusk could do was to support himself.
Until the explosion of the World Stone!
"Is your body still in this?"
Warusk ignored him. He pointed at the grave under Kanai with the gravel hammer in his hand and said.
That's not what he wanted to ask.
But when two acquaintances meet, there must be a topic to start the conversation.
"I thought that after I used my soul to bear the aftermath of the World Stone explosion for you, you called me again for something more important."
Kanai said with a strange expression:
"What about Bulcasso? Is he now the Immortal King?"
Kanai was not going to answer this somewhat rude question and started talking about Bulkesso.
He had felt what was happening on the holy mountain.
A repeat of tragedy?
The great elder doesn't like this tone.
"He has become a more powerful being and is not far from the dream of the first generation ancestors."
Warusk said this.
Then he did it cross-legged.
"He made a bet with Tyrael, and the price was the personality and power of the Archangel of Justice."
"Huh? What a novel idea. It seems that the box I left behind helped him a lot?"
Kanai glanced at the direction of Barr and continued to ask with some confusion:
"So the Demon of Destruction has looked away?"
"Baal will choose to yield under the power, Kanai!"
Warusk said a little irritably.
Beside Kanai's tomb, a crack appeared on the ground, and a Sinking Demon climbed up from the ground with some difficulty.
"What a familiar little guy."
Kanai shook his head and said casually.
Then the figure appeared beside the demon in a flash, and the Sinking Demon who had just crawled out froze in place in an instant.
When faced with danger, these annoying little things will always run away screaming. Only after struggling with a large group of similar people will you have the courage to come back.
But facing Kanai with a calm face, he couldn't even make a move.
"You want me to intervene in this battle? And then help Bulcaisel win back Tyrael's power?"
Kanai stretched out his palm and gently rubbed the Sinking Demon's head, as casually as stroking the back of a domestic cat.
"I……"
Warusk didn't say the next words, he didn't know how to say them.
He requires the sacrifice of Kanai's soul.
Dedicate all your knowledge, strength, experience and past.
He threw himself into Kanai's relics, was transformed in the magic box, and then became the purest supplement and was absorbed by Bulcasso.
The foundation stone dug out by Joriz had a great impact on Bulkesso.
Until he conquers his fear, Bulcaisel can't get it back.
This requires the sacrifice of a strong enough soul.
"It seems like a difficult thing to do, doesn't it?"
Kanai looked at Warusk and shook his head. The Sinking Demon in his hand shook his body, swaying like a cat that was scratched.
"Well, tell me, what else can my soul, which is about to completely dissipate, do for the great Immortal King?
Do you need to maintain your existence from the explosion of the Worldstone again?
Or has the situation deteriorated so much that my soul, who doesn’t have much strength, needs to burn everything I have to put an end to the battle? "
There was no irony in Kanai's words.
He is the noble, kind and benevolent Kanai.
An elder who deserves the most respect.
He should appear on the seat in the Elder's Temple, quietly observing every move of the Immortal King.
Style, civilization and splendor!
This is what Kanai, as the Great Elder, should give to the Immortal King.
The noblest one, this is Kanai’s title!
"We need your sacrifice."
Warusk said a little lowly, and lowered his head unconsciously, like a child who made a mistake facing his elders.
"Look up! Volusk!"
Kanai's serious voice sounded, majestic and dignified!
"The Immortal King cannot bow his head! There is no such thing as bowing his head in the civilization of barbarians!
Isn't it a sacrifice?
I have already prepared for this!
I will die knowing that there is always something only I can do. "
Kanai stood up, and the Sinking Demon under his palm trembled and turned into a puddle of minced meat.
Pieces of flesh and rancid blood were scattered over Kanai's tomb.
Using the devil's blood to sacrifice himself is Kanai's freedom and ease.
"It's just that I'm the one who deserves to be sacrificed the most!"
Warusk's voice was trembling.
Facing the elder who guided him on the path to becoming a strong man.
There is no trace of domineeringness in Warusk anymore.
Some of them are just sorrow for themselves and longing for their elders.
"Warusk, listen."
Kanai paused, stretched out his hand and lifted Volusk's drooped head.
"As the most powerful warrior, the Immortal King should face the most powerful enemy and be the first to die!
But some things must be done by you! "
Kanai said this while looking at Warusk, who was already an old man in front of him.
Just like when Volusk was still a child, Kanai continued to impart knowledge belonging to the barbarians and guide the "young people" who were no longer young to continue on.
"I've been prepared, haven't I? At least this time I don't have to protect you from the aftermath of Rathma and the Worldstone's explosion.
Now, tell me something specific. "
Kanai's eyes revealed seriousness.
Life and existence only have value when they have purpose, dreams and hopes.
Use existence to find and witness, and then life will have meaning.
In the center of Harrogath City, Bulcaisel closed his eyes.
Watching others sacrifice was something he couldn't accept.
But there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Just like Leoric.
This is the will of those free souls and the glory of those who deserve to be praised.
There are always some things in the world that only one person can do, and Bulkesso knows this very well.
He can only go to the end on this road, and then use his own will to bring these victims back.
The power of the Creator God.
Bulkesso is yearning for this!
Omnipotent, what a moment to look forward to!
"Bulkasso, what do you think is strong?"
Johanna said this while looking at Bulcaisel who closed his eyes.
She didn't wait for Bulcaisel's answer and immediately continued:
"Patience is strong! Persistence is also strong!"
"You're wrong! Johanna!"
Bulcaisel roughly interrupted Johanna's relief.
"If strength requires a minimum standard, then strength means that no one can stop you from implementing your will!"
Bulcaisel's voice rushed into Johanna's mind like muffled thunder.
Among the nephalem, the Crusaders seek faith.
The monk seeks to become one with the world.
The methods and powers of witcher seekers to kill their enemies.
Mages seek knowledge and truth.
Necromancers seek balance.
The Witch Doctor seeks knowledge and freedom of the soul!
Only barbarians pursue strength itself!
"But you can't say that patience is not a sign of strength!"
Johanna couldn't control her emotions while speaking.
This conceptual shock left her a little confused.
Even if the person in front of her is Bulcasso, whom she has always admired!
"Strong people don't need to be patient!"
Bulcaisel turned his attention to Kanai's location.
The muscles on the body are beating little by little.
He is not strong enough!
We can't let those people end their "noble sacrifice" yet!
No matter how noble the sacrifice is, it is death! It's all the end!
There is nothing worth bragging about!
Johanna was speechless.
Facing Bulcasso at this time, she could no longer use words to prove anything!
The strong have the right to speak!
A strong fist is a powerful force!
The truth also needs strength to defend, otherwise it will just be the poor man who is branded as a heretic, tied up with a boulder hanging from his feet, and sunk into the deep sea!
"Is strength the only truth?"
The holy power in Johanna was shining.
She wanted to get this answer from Bulcasso.
"Strength is not truth, and strength does not require truth!
But truth needs to be strong! "
After saying that, Bulcasso set off!
Even if he cannot prevent the "noble sacrifice", he must at least let the victim get the glory that is insignificant compared to life and existence!
Bulcaisuo walked firmly towards the gate of the Holy Mountain!
Wherever they passed, the ancestral spirits who were carrying weapons and preparing to fight stopped what they were doing!
Silently looking at Bulkesso's body!
That is a symbol of a strong body, and that is an unstoppable will!
This section of the road was not short, but Bulcaisuo soon reached the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Before the demon's attack, the gate of the Holy Mountain stood firm.
The tightly closed door was covered with traces of attacks.
"Barbarians never reject those guys and never stay behind closed doors!"
Bulcaisel said in the most matter-of-fact tone.
The pace never stops!
The gate of the Holy Mountain is open without anyone pushing it!
The three ancestors who were constantly fighting with the devil outside the gate also stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on Bulcaisuo.
They don't have to kill demons for the time being!
All the demons in front of them seemed to be avoiding the existence of Bulcaisuo, making way in the tide that was enough to pass!
This is the instinct of life!
Even demons are not immune to this physical realization!
Even though their will is still full of killing, every piece of flesh and blood that makes up their bodies is trembling! Avoid it!
The undisputed warrior!
The unquestionable strong man!
The awakened siege assault beast was working hard to move its huge body in front.
But he moves too slowly!
Even though he tried his best to avoid it, he still blocked Bulcaisuo's path!
Bulcaisel did not stop or draw his weapon.
Not even a war cry was uttered!
The scarred body slammed into the hard shell of the Siege Assault Beast, and then forced a way out of this terrifying demon!
In the pain of being penetrated, the siege assault beast didn't even let out a howl!
The moment Bulcaisel passed through his body, he slowly fell down.
Such a guy is not even a stepping stone when facing Bulcaisuo!
There is no need to prove that you are strong!
There’s no need to step on the enemy’s corpse to show off!
Even powerful, there is no need for any modifiers to decorate the flowers and scenery with this essence!
Bulkesso has no title!
He is powerful himself!
There is no need for any title before his name!
"Madoc, do you remember what Bulkesso used this gesture for last time?"
Talik put the token of shame in his hand on the ground and leaned on it.
“I can’t remember the last time, but it seemed like I was dead by then?
Among us, only Korik has followed Bulkatho's footsteps and become stronger, so he didn't even have a title when he died. "
Madoc said happily.
His eyes were very serious.
Mardoc the Prophet of War.
This title has always been ridiculed by Bulkesso.
That was not malice, but Bulcaisel kept reminding Madoc in his own way that he should abandon the way of fighting that involves knowing the outcome.
That will only make the warrior farther and farther away from being powerful.
"Madoc, why do you think it is wrong to follow Bulcaisel's path? He has shown us everything, but we are not as powerful as him."
A ray of light flashed on the token of shame in Tarik's hand, and the light enveloped Tarik's body.
As the legendary owner of the Proof of Shame, Talik, who re-created a new legend, was the one who was redeemed in the first place.
What saved him was not the weapon in his hand, but Bulcaisel!
"Dead people should not talk about being powerful. We are all losers."
Korik slammed the Bastin's Power in his hand to the ground with a thud.
A pair of eyes as red as blood!
He is still unwilling!
He was unwilling to just look at the powerful back, but in this battle that had happened, his unwillingness turned into the deepest helplessness.
How can a dead person pursue strength?
I can only watch Bulcasso's figure walking further and further away, becoming more and more lonely!
The last light is disappearing little by little. When Bulcaisel realizes the wishes of the barbarians, realizes Leoric's wishes, realizes the wishes of Leia, Kane, Modan and all the suffering people, he will still What can be left?
Loneliness is powerful.
Lightless loneliness?
"Krik, you didn't even save Bulcaisel from his loneliness in the end."
Tarik said with some sadness.
"Can Sonya do it?"
Madoc looked at Bulcasso's back and the figures of the demons who were so intimidated that they couldn't even move their eyes and said.
"Guide? Beacon? Sonya is still far away from saving Burqasso? You always imagine things that are impossible."
Talik regained his composure.
He carried the evidence of shame on his shoulders.
"Is there no one to take care of the affairs of Orak and Cassius?"
Korik slapped his face hard and said loudly.
Then he yawned very deliberately.
His eyes were red, bloodshot as if from lack of sleep.
There was a little water stain in the eyes, as if squeezed out from yawning.
"They will stop, no matter how fierce the battle is, they will stop!"
Tarik took a few steps forward and stood in front of the demon.
This will help him continue fighting after Bulcaisel leaves.
"The majesty of Bulcasso?"
Madoc said casually.
"Because they understand what this battle means to each of them."
Korik wiped his face with his hands, his movements a little rough.
…
"Kanai, you will become Bulkesso's strength."
Warusk said with wavering eyes.
He couldn't bear to let Kanai do this, but he had to do it.
"That's a nice crisp answer, Volusk."
Kanai walked to Volusk's side, and the two figures stood side by side.
"Look, Volusk, this is the former Arreat and the current Harrogath.
Everything here is worth cherishing and sacrificing.
I am honored that this old guy who can only take action once or twice can do something for this holy mountain. "
Kanai said while looking at the scenery in the distance.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Barr who was watching here.
"Of course, before I say goodbye, I'll leave you with a little memory."
Kanai has finished saying what he wants to say, and his body is swelling little by little!
As the great elder, Kanai knew some magic. This power of being one with nature, similar to that of a druid, was the reason why he was able to retain some will and strength at the end.
Now he doesn't need to maintain his existence.
His power will appear in Bulkesso in another form!
And now he has to fulfill the responsibility of a warrior!
Kill all threats at the very beginning!
"Forgive me, Kanai. We can't fight together this time."
Warusk's eyes were a little moist, so he didn't look back.
"Boy, are you worried that I will lose?"
Kanai’s voice is heroic and heroic!
This is a powerful ancestor, a strong man who guided Volusk until his own death.
His life was full of glory, but he was willing to let it all be forgotten!
Barr?
When Kanai was alive, he didn't have the guts to appear on the land around the Holy Mountain!
"I never thought about that."
"Then let me teach you and the young warriors the final lesson!
What a fight! What a sacrifice! "
Kanai's voice echoed throughout Harrogath.
The face of the old general Qualkek, who was preparing for the battle, suddenly fell.
"What is this? Are we old guys so unbearable? We actually want this ancestor to appear?"
Qualkek said with annoyance on his face.
In his view, Kanai's appearance means that Warusk believes that they cannot bring back victory without fail.
This is an insult.
But in front of Kanai, he couldn't say anything.
"It's a disgrace, so we'd better take it to heart!"
Calga gritted his teeth and said, the battle flag in his hand was rolled up a few times and turned into a spear.
"Sure enough, I knew it! Ancestor Kanai was also fighting at that time! Warusk was also fighting!"
Cole raised the Wrath of the Hidden Peak high in his hand and said excitedly.
He has always had doubts about the existence of those more ancient ancestors.
Kanai and Volusk both existed on the Holy Mountain, but no news of the two ancestors came out during that battle.
Now all the doubts in my mind are gone.
"Get ready! Battle is never a one-man show! We must make this battle end perfectly!"
Qualkek tightened the mountain-splitting ax in his hand and shouted loudly with a fanatical atmosphere.
There are countless battles waiting for them ahead of them, now get ready to go!
"ha!"
Countless war cries sounded together, exaggerating the pre-war frenzy to the extreme.
On the city wall, Leiko listened to Kanai's voice silently, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
She is alive now.
Kanai's advice was also meant for her.
Victory is beyond doubt!
Burquetso is the victory!
"Ancestor Leiko, who is that?"
Reko asked curiously.
Not strong enough to even know the name of the unknown strong man.
"You should know him, and you, remember this name, this will be the last time you witness his power!"
Leiko pointed to a few young people around her and said.
"Kanai! The great elder of the barbarians!"
There was pride in Leiko's tone.
It's just that she didn't make any modifications before the great elder.
Because ever since Kanai took this position, the Great Elder has always been referring to him specifically.
There is no savage who would not be proud of this name.
Apart from Bulcasso, Kanai is the most trustworthy person.
Leiko doesn't respect Volusk very much, but she respects this ancestor who existed very anciently!
In her eyes, Kanai is more worthy of the Immortal King than Volusk.
"Another ancestor whose name I have never heard of."
Rumlow shook his head, looking at the battlefield outside the Holy Mountain with some sadness.
As they said at the beginning, they were just here to visit.
The feeling of powerlessness is gnawing at their hearts.
"Look, it's begun! The realm of the Demon King of Hell!"
Leiko suddenly became serious and pointed at Baal's position.
The Demon God of Destruction has begun to expand his own domain, showing off all his power while revealing the Demon God's true form!
Groups of air currents began to sweep through everything around them.
The space that is constantly being shattered makes the place where Baal is showing unspeakable danger.
It is different from the realm where Bile is joking, and it is also different from the darkness shrouded in fear like that of the Great Demon God Diavolo.
Baal's domain is destruction!
Destroy everything that comes around him!
Waves of azure radiance began to compete with each other on Tyrell's body.
The Archangel of Justice did not expand the realm of justice, but only expanded the image in his heart as an archangel!
Justice is pale, and hidden under justice is Tyrael's most powerful power!
His justice!
Tyrael's justice is powerful!
It is the hope of countless people for strength!
The azure light formed the hall where the Hammer of Judgment was originally placed!
Tyrell's figure turned into a huge influence and stood there.
The hammer of justice will crush all injustice!
This advantage in strength caused Barr's actions to be suspended for a moment!
"Tyrrell, you want to start a war?"
Barr gave Tyrell a cold look.
The body began to expand little by little.
He can grow as large as he wants.
And this doesn't become fragile simply by getting bigger.
Baal is not the empty-faced loser that Belial is!
"I want you to stand where you are to maintain the established direction of this gamble!"
Tyrell looked at Barr and said coldly.
He knew he was going to lose the bet. But Tyrell felt excited from the bottom of his heart!
Kanai's power!
That's Kanai's power!
A being that requires the combined efforts of Rathma and Israel to kill!
For this reason, Israel received that kind of near-permanent damage!
Tyrell wants to see it! That thirst for knowledge crawled over his heart like a mouse.
What kind of power will Kanai show?
"So, Archangel! Have you forgotten! I am no longer what I used to be!"
Barr roared and absorbed Mephisto beside him into his body.
Two demons become one!
Power enough to fight Tyrael appears!
"This time we are not fighting to match the conspiracy of the higher heaven! This time we are fighting so that you, the crown of justice can be severely removed!"
Barr neighed! The sound wave sliced through everything around it with countless power!
Control the power of hatred with the will to destroy!
Baal is so powerful that Tyrael feels threatened!
"Are you the end of this?"
Kanai's figure has appeared in front of Barr's eyes.
Completely ignoring Tyrael's presence, he questioned Baal loudly.
Kanai had no grudge against the archangel.
The savage never even felt angry or resentful.
He crushed the hatred of Mephisto for countless years, making Azmodan's body tremble uncontrollably when he mentioned his name.
The noble Kanai is without sin! No hate!
He is so perfect that he doesn't look like a human being!
"Kanai, I thought that after your death, your soul would appear in the higher heaven."
Tyrell greeted Kanai with a slightly unnatural tone.
"Tyrrell, I am full of hope for justice.
But this is my last battle, I hope you won't be the one to mess it up! "
Kanai said this.
Although he knew that there was not much time left to fight.
It won't take long, or to be precise, when Bulcaisel appears in front of him, he will say goodbye to this world forever.
But before that, he had to leave a deep enough memory for Barr.
Dirty things who want to tarnish the white holy mountain with their filth must pay the price!
Tyrell's body recovered his strength bit by bit.
Even in nature, where the jungle prevails, there will always be an unwelcome creature.
Spoilers will always be attacked from both sides.
The barbarians, who admired strength and feared nature, carried this out to the point of paranoia.
Relatively fair!
This is what Kanai wants in the last battle!
"As you wish, Kanai, let me see your power!"
Tyrell silently restrained all the leaked power.
Warusk, who was watching from a distance, had a disappointed expression on his face.
In his opinion, there is only one Balgen who is not worthy of Kanai's final battle!
The end of the legend must require the most magnificent performance!
"Ouch!"
Kanai let out a war cry!
That was not a war cry that ordinary barbarians would use.
It's as high-pitched as a stag's call!
The legend of the Bucks tribe!
The legend ends!
Kanai!
Waves of anger rose from the ground!
Kanai, who has become one with the Holy Mountain, has the most solid source of power!
The wrath of Harrogath!
Kanai took his own steps, and two simple tree branches appeared in his hands.
It was raised above his head like antlers!
Every time a step hits the ground, there will be a passionate sound of war drums!
Every time he lifts his feet from the ground, waves of facial expressions will accompany his charge!
"Kanai!"
Mixed sounds came from Barr's mouth.
At that time, the instinct of Mephisto's power and the will of Baal!
The realm of destruction suddenly opened!
Cracks covered Kanai's body in an instant!
"Ouch!"
Kanai's mouth once again let out a long war cry!
The holy mountain began to echo with his voice!
The loud noise in the terrain that should not echo made the snow on the holy mountain begin to collapse!
avalanche!
The snow on the tough holy mountains has never experienced such a disaster as an avalanche!
The sacred mountain that could withstand the endless noise of the barbarians showed the wrath of nature!
An overwhelming avalanche appeared behind Kanai!
It violated gravity and did not impact toward a lower ground! Soon he was keeping pace with Kanai!
The expansion of Baal's destruction domain is blocked!
Facing the wrath of nature, Destruction's performance was somewhat weak.
With a silent collision, Kanai appeared behind Barr!
The avalanche hit Barr like a wave.
This huge demon was unsteady on his feet and staggered!
A huge hole appeared in his chest, and the densely covered pointed feet turned into clouds of blood mist in an instant!
"Amazing!"
Tyrell's exclamations slowly came out at this time.
The phantom of the Archangel of Justice also felt that trembling!
Even if Baal is a shadow with only part of his power.
But the holy mountain at your feet was also briefly summoned from the past time!
Kanai is even more of a barbarian who has been dead for who knows how many years.
Tyrael felt the tip of the iceberg of Kanai's power from this shocking blow!
"If you were still alive, the barbarians would not be where they are now."
Tyrell continued speaking after a while.
At this time, Barr finally fell to the ground like a giant tree that had been chopped down!
"If he is still alive, then Israel and Rathma are a revenant! Tyrael!"
Bulcaisel had already walked to Tyrell's side, squeezing his hands tightly.
I couldn't tell what was being held in that palm.
But Tyrell felt that familiar trembling feeling in Bulcaisel's voice.
It was as if Kanai's charge had targeted him!
"I have no explanation for any of this. Mortal!"
Tyrell said subconsciously.
Facing Bulkesso, he felt uneasy.
"Angel, when are you going to hand over your gambling funds!"
Bulcaisel looked at Tyrell's body and did not consciously look at Kanai.
Both he and Kanai knew that the moment their eyes met, the sacrifice was coming!
Burquesso hopes that time will come later.
But Kanai wants to complete those things that only he can do as quickly as possible.
"Bulkess, I'm ready!"
Kanai's voice sounded, calling Bulcasso.
The thing in Bulcasso's hand began to flicker with light!
“The magic box is named after me, and I’m looking forward to the changes it can bring!
Look directly at me now! Burquetso!
You are the next Immortal King! How can the Immortal King escape the sight of others! "
Kanai's preaching voice sounded. His slender and strong body walked behind Bulcasso, stretched out his strong palm and pressed Bulcasso's shoulders.
Turn Bulcaisuo around little by little!
