Huge roar!
The explosion that had been arranged long ago finally occurred where Barr was.
The ground began to dissolve little by little, under the huge force!
The rules in Hellboy's body were constantly colliding, and the shell created by several barbarians who abandoned their bodies turned into the shell of a firecracker under the huge force.
The roar at this time was non-stop, like continuous thunder!
During this process, no one could maintain their original attitude to face this destined explosion!
Leiko stood in front of Nian Hammer's corpse, raised her head and looked at the origin of the explosion with probing eyes.
She knew very well that everything that happened next was about Bulcasso.
"What can I change while I'm alive? Or can't I change anything?"
Leiko's face was covered with a haze.
The shock wave of the explosion was restricted in direction due to Qual'kik's rest.
But even if there are some slight changes, in the face of the huge power that breaks out of the limit, this holy mountain and city will eventually turn into ruins.
"The power of fate? It's really curious."
Jordan Kule didn't know when he had appeared next to Leiko.
His eyes were looking at the hammer-crushing corpse on the ground intentionally or unintentionally.
"roll!"
Lei Ke spit out such a word coldly.
The power in his body boiled again.
Anyone who knows what the barbarians have lost in this so-called "secret realm" will definitely not feel good about it.
Kanai's sacrifice, Volusk's sacrifice!
These are full of regrets!
Even though Leiko has always been at odds with Volusk, her heart is still filled with deep respect for the Immortal King!
Even though Warusk was timid and needed the most arrogant way to cover up, everything he did was seen in Leiko's eyes.
"You always hate me, don't I deserve your respect more than that coward Volusk?"
Jordan Kule was a little dissatisfied.
Who knows what he wants from Leiko.
He doesn't look like a guy who does unnecessary things. His words are always full of profound and implicit reminders.
"you?"
Leiko looked at Zortun Kule with the most contemptuous look she could show.
With her arms placed in front of her body, the legendary suit on her body began to combine with her own courage to show powerful strength.
"Noble people always do it for others. Don't you ever have your own desires?"
Jotun Kule picked at his nails. Who knows what kind of dirt would appear in a soul's nails.
Maybe he was just showing off his insouciance.
"I want you! Get out!"
Leiko's voice was almost like a roar.
The anger turned into the shadow of a bull and appeared behind her.
This time, a weapon finally appeared in Leiko's hand!
Flesh Splitter!
An ax without any added skills!
Just hard enough!
Not even sharp!
"Flesh Splitter? Was it a toy you used when hunting?"
The figure of Jotun Kule floated in front of Leiko, stretched out his head, and pressed his face against the cold ax blade.
It was as if he was not worried that Leiko would chop off his head with this axe, just like the head of a prey.
"I remember that at that time, you always carried the ax on your shoulders, and the ax was hung on the head of the beast."
Zoldun Kule chattered endlessly.
Leiko's face became even more ugly!
The impact of the huge explosion has already come to them!
The buildings are disappearing little by little, revealing the bare surface of the holy mountain that was once covered with snow!
Except for those ancestors who still have things to do, the souls of the other ancestors have left.
Jotun Kule used his endless mana to prop up a simple shield to block the impact.
He still had something he wanted to hear from Leiko's mouth!
"You want to know, fate?"
Leiko enlarged the Flesh Splitter a little and put it on her shoulders.
The bull turned into anger behind him has begun to restlessly shake the soil on the ground.
The bull's head was lowered, but the two horns that were not covered with sword marks were still standing!
"Of course, the only believer in destiny, or destiny's toy!"
Jordan Kule finally showed his power!
The mana gathered into an image of himself and appeared behind him, confronting the strong bull!
The power shown by Jotun Kule in the form of his soul is enough to match that of the resurrected Leiko!
"Are you ready to watch everything happen without being able to do anything about it? No! You won't! You will just keep fighting, and then wail when fate comes!
At what point will you just keep complaining!
Complaining that the Archangels restricted the Nephalem! Complaining about the Demon King of Hell suppressing the Nephalem!
Complain that the world has never been fair to the Nephalem!
Jordan Kule, you have never been free and easy for a moment, and you have never looked away!
Do you really know what your goal is? ? "
Lei Ke's courage stirred up, and her body slowly lowered its center of gravity!
Attack posture.
Leiko didn't believe that she would lose to Jordan Kule!
Even if she loses, she can accept it calmly!
The result is the end of a thing!
Destiny told Leiko the result countless times in advance.
And in her attempt to resist, Leiko has also understood what it means to live calmly!
"Then come! See if the glory of the bull you believe in can defeat 'me'!"
There is still no sense of crisis on Jordan Kule's face!
Leiko's anger took the form of a bull!
That's because there is an inseparable connection between Leiko's life and the bull!
Whether it’s Joe Ritz or Kanuk!
Even the ordinary workers in the Bull tribe!
Leiko has her own ideas about the Bull Tribe and the Barbarians!
And Jotun Kule has never believed in any other existence since ancient times!
He only believes in himself!
Even if he shows his power, he will not construct anything else.
That will only be "self"!
"Moo Ang!"
The shadow behind Leiko solidified!
The huge cow's hooves made a huge noise when they stepped on the ground that had already had one layer removed!
Violent collision!
The Flesh Splitter in Leiko's hand was raised high. This was the first time she had charged with this attitude!
"What about your confrontation? Where did that legend go?"
The "self" behind Jotun Kule began to release mana in front of him!
The mana turned into a sharp awl and pointed it at the bull!
No one would be foolish enough to wrestle with a barbarian, unless it was another barbarian.
But except for Bulcaisel, it is impossible for anyone to be able to defeat Leiko in a simple collision.
So Jordan Kule chose a smarter approach.
"That's the symbol of Joe Ruiz! You scumbag is not worthy of us to face it together!"
Leiko roared and rushed into Jotun Kule's arms!
The gnarled Flesh Splitter stabs into the chest of this ancient soul!
"Is this what you want? Hahaha!"
Jotun Kule spoke in mortal terms as usual, completely ignoring the feeling of his chest being pierced!
He lost in the collision of the real body, and he lost without any room for argument!
But overall, he is the winner in this battle!
The phantom of Jotun Kule used the mana cone to completely smash the phantom of the bull into pieces!
In a spirited battle, this heroic mage shattered Leiko's glory!
"You were born in the Bull Tribe, but the Bull Tribe has never been yours alone! It's better to take out that weapon and confront it now!"
Jotun Kule's tone suddenly returned to calmness, as if his curiosity had been satisfied at this time!
"Joriz has lost all his glory."
"Short-sighted! Do you want to hear these words from me again!?"
There was a little bit of perseverance on Jordan Kule's face.
Confrontation is not a legend created by Joe Rizzi, he just got the approval of this legend!
"Those who have this thing are invincible!"
This is the inscription engraved on the confrontation handle!
But as a "warrior", Joriz relied on this legendary power to become a strong man.
But in the end he was defeated and died.
He was filled with indignation at Leiko's approach of equating the confrontation with Joriz!
Huge mana fluctuations swept through Zortun Kule's body, knocking Leiko to the ground heavily!
The huge Flesh Splitter hung on his chest, and there was no trace of pain on his face!
"I said, you can never represent the Bull. Reiko, when did you live for yourself? When you freed Jorretz? Or when you killed Vader?"
Jotun Kule kept attacking Leiko's mind, just like those hell demons always did.
If you waver, you will become weak. Not every barbarian can completely distinguish between emotions and combat like Bulkeso.
That's a sequelae, not a common problem!
"She can!"
A sudden battle cry!
Kanuk's figure appeared not far away!
In the aftermath of the explosion, Kanuk's body was like a peeled potato, spreading "excess burdens" on the ground layer by layer!
The arm was broken in the explosion and fell to the ground!
Canuck didn't stop!
His head rested diagonally on his shoulder, and his legs kept alternating rapidly amidst the impact of losing his arms to maintain his center of gravity!
The target is Jotun Kule, who has the upper hand in the battle!
"Hahaha! What a joke!"
Jotun Kule laughed and did not stop Kanuk in the slightest!
In his eyes, Kanuk's body was not strong enough for him to rush in front of him!
This explosion is quite powerful!
"Roar!"
As Kanuk continued to rush forward, his legs became as thin as reed sticks in an instant!
In the shock wave, his legs immediately lost all flesh and blood. At this time, he could only see a pair of bones intertwined at an astonishing speed!
The next moment, Kanuk's head and shoulders hit Jotun Kule's chest hard!
Although this legendary barbarian, who was called the chief, did not smash his body into pieces like the one he hit Azmodan in the stomach, he was completely smashed into Jotun Kule's body, which was not strong at all. above.
But Canuck can also keep his bones!
"I told you, your jokes are pretty good!"
Jotun Kule looked at Kanuk, who only had bones left in front of him, and laughed.
The impact was not powerful enough to shake his body.
It just caused a brief turmoil in the mana wrapped around him!
But just as he was laughing at Canuck, the phantom of the bull came together again!
Leiko cannot represent the entire Bull tribe!
But Canuck can!
All titles are not obtained simply by relying on self-publicity!
Kanuk is called the chief by the tribesmen. That is because in the hearts of the barbarians of the Bull tribe, Kanuk is the eternal chief!
Even if Kanuk is just following in Leiko’s footsteps and moving forward!
In the realm outside of battle!
What Leiko can do, Kanuk can do too!
What Leiko can't do, Kanuk can do better!
Even Kanuk regards the children of Leiko and Joriz as his own, and is willing to give everything he has to his tribe!
There is only one Kanuk who represents the will of the Bull Tribe!
"Moo!"
The bull shadow once again stepped on the ground with both feet, and a ferocious piece of armor was placed on the bull's head!
Hexproof shoulder armor!
A legend created by Kanuk himself!
The bull charged!
Aimed at Canuck who was facing it with his back!
This is the will of a brave man who implements it with his own soul!
"In the name of the bull! I swear by the glory of Leiko!"
Kanuk roared loudly into Jotun Kule's ear, interfering with Jotun Kule's judgment.
Such a sound completely blocked Jotun Kule's hearing!
His close body completely blocked Jotun Kule's sight!
Even the mana surrounding him was turbulent in Kanuk's tragic spirit!
"Asshole! Leiko tells you to get out!"
Kanuk bit Jotun Kule's nose!
The bull hit Canuck hard on the back!
This blow finally made Jotun Kule feel the determination of the Bull Tribe!
“The bull represents the power of never retreating!
Jordan Kule, if you want to know something, you should look for it from the Bucks! "
Leiko grabbed Jotun Kule's ankle and slammed his body to the ground!
An elbow covered in solid armor hit Jotun Kule directly on the mouth.
"I've wanted to knock out all your teeth for a long time."
Leiko grabbed Kanuk's body and threw the barbarian who did not choose to retreat during the explosion out of the "secret realm".
Then he pulled out a sharp pole weapon from his backpack!
Confrontation!
A legend that can increase the power of collision five times, a power that even Leiko will not use easily!
"By the way, it's true that Joe Ritz was not the shaper of the confrontation. But the confrontation chose Joe Ritz. This is fate."
Leiko said as if to solve a puzzle.
Although she was a little concerned about her previous defeats, she was always the most optimistic.
That's good too.
The confrontation was heavily pierced through the chest of Jotun Kule, and together with the meat-cleaving ax, this mortal's ancient soul was nailed to the ground!
"You shouldn't have appeared. Wouldn't it be better to disappear into a certain period of time in the 'past'? Zoldun Kule?"
Leiko felt a little desolate when she said this.
"Is this the answer to fate?"
Jordan Kule still had a smile on his face and said to Leiko in front of him.
He felt like he was about to hear the truth!
"Destiny can still change before it is revealed."
Leiko said this and took a deep look at Jordan Kule.
She wouldn't say much else.
She couldn't talk about what she saw, and even vague hints would have unknown consequences.
Those who believe in fate can only become the toy of fate.
Those who know their destiny can only become the target of teasing.
Leiko will only take on these things alone.
It was as if Warusk had taken on those things alone.
"Hahahaha! Looks like I did it!"
Jotun Kule had a smile on his face.
The light flashed in his eyes.
Looking at the two legends that pierced his chest, he closed his eyes and disappeared!
Jordan Kule chose to withdraw!
"Bulkess, can you find what you want here?"
Leiko thought vaguely, and her body disappeared in a flash.
She would be the last person to leave here besides Bulkesso.
She had to make sure that the new recruits and new friends could leave this place.
…
"Ancestor Orak."
Jessica looked at the tall figure in front of her and couldn't help but clenched the ax tightly in her hand.
Luke has been sent back.
In order to protect her, a warrior who was not strong enough, Luke fought heroically.
Luke displays heroic spirit in the face of a horde of demons far beyond his strength.
With the weak defeating the strong, he used his superb fighting skills and his own wisdom to kill the demon.
But then he was sent away from this place by his ancestors.
"Jessica, I still cannot recognize your qualifications as a warrior."
Orak glanced at the surrounding environment and spoke a little stiffly.
He used the power in his body to resist the shock wave of the explosion a little.
At this time, the city wall is crumbling.
"Then what do you think I am suitable for? Staying at home in a daze, waiting for the return of my lover or the news of his death?"
Jessica had a smile on her face.
Jessica expressed happiness when she said "lover".
"You can choose a stable life without thinking about becoming a hero. Because your determination and will are not enough to support you in this way."
Orak's burly body was shaking.
He was already out during the battle with Cassius.
Without the entity temporarily provided by the Holy Mountain, using the power of the soul to resist the explosion is definitely not a good choice.
But Orak did it anyway.
"Are heroes born heroes? I think even the ancestor Orak was not called the God of War from the beginning, right?"
Jessica said this.
Then he grabbed Orak's hand with some worry.
The turmoil of the soul is evident enough.
Jessica saw it very clearly.
Orak recalled his past for a moment, and then let out a long breath.
"I was a strong enough warrior from the beginning. I was ready to die at any time from the beginning."
Orak glanced at Jessica's eyes, hesitated for a moment and continued:
"Your faith is too thin, and your faith is too selfish. You cannot be a hero."
Orak's words were very cruel, like a sharp dagger piercing Jessica's body.
"Beliefs can change, ancestor!"
Jessica defended anxiously.
"I know, but I know even better that most of those guys who changed their beliefs have joined the command of the Demon King of Hell!
Jessica, your faith is not strong enough! It's like a reason or an excuse! "
Orak looked at the ruins around him, and then drew out his God of War Blade!
"Can you pull out this knife?"
Orak said, throwing the God of War's Blade far away!
This one-handed heavy weapon fell to the ground, and in the seemingly endless shock wave, it fell bit by bit deep into the ground!
"are you serious?"
Jessica said this.
Then he turned around and was about to leave the small protected area provided by Orak!
Orak didn't stop.
Even with Jessica's physical fitness, she would be destroyed by the shock wave the moment she left this circle!
If Jessica was just testing Orak's approach, Orak would not let Jessica die.
But he will not give this young man who is full of scheming and does not realize his faith and courage any chance to become a warrior.
Perhaps ordinary people will be powerless when faced with disasters.
But soldiers are the first to die in disasters.
Jessica's body didn't pause at all, and she stretched out her legs outside the protective shield without any worries!
Just after leaving this protected area, the foot began to disintegrate from the outstretched toe!
Orak still didn't speak, just watched quietly.
"Ancestor Orak, I am very happy to be able to become a cub."
Jessica's foot paused for a moment, and the extended part had completely disappeared.
She turned around and smiled at Orak.
"I know very well whether my belief is false! I also know whether I am full of sin. But I still want a chance!"
Jessica fell directly towards the outside, and her other foot hit the ground in an instant.
She didn't dissipate!
Orak took a step in this direction.
"Only a person with a conscience would be guilty of a mistake. Your beliefs are not fit for battle."
Orak said this.
It's just that his body has become a little lighter.
Jessica stretched out her hand, as if trying to catch Orak's flying messy hair.
But she still chose to turn around and continue moving in the direction of the God of War's Blade!
She stepped out again!
This time, the toe of her intact foot was also disintegrated.
The wound quickly splattered with blood uncontrollably!
But in the end, he stepped on the ground smoothly.
Orak's meaning was very clear. Jessica would lose part of her body before she took a step forward.
In the midst of such repeated torture, can a person carry out his or her beliefs?
Implementing beliefs is never something that can be done in a flash of enthusiasm. It will be constantly hurt and blocked.
Only by truly realizing these can we make it to the end of our faith choices.
The smile disappeared from Jessica's face.
She turned her head numbly and glanced at Orak.
Orak still looked cold!
"Stop it, Ancestor Orak!"
It was very difficult for Jessica to say this, as if she was carrying a heavy burden.
Orak walked up expressionlessly, ready to throw Jessica out of this "secret realm".
[Sure enough, becoming a warrior is not a good path for her. 】
Orak thought so.
The strength began to be withdrawn little by little.
The protective shield is shrinking.
At this moment, Jessica slammed into the location of the God of War's Blade, the moment Orak regained his power!
"Ancestor, my belief is firm! But I can no longer let others pay the price for me! This is also my belief!"
Jessica’s hair turned into fly ash in an instant!
Her scalp exposed her skull in an instant!
But she didn't die completely after all!
"Kindness is a precious quality, don't you think? Orak?"
Leiko stood at a high place not far away, and the power on her body opened a more powerful protective shield.
She also protected Orak's soul inside.
"Raiko, I cannot thank you enough. It is noble for a warrior to die in order to carry out his beliefs."
Orak said this.
The figure left the "secret realm" in a flash.
But he has recognized Jessica's qualifications as a warrior.
Leiko smiled with a smile on her face, her expression not very pretty.
She thought of Joe Ritz.
"Why is sublimity always equated with sacrifice? Little Bear, what do you think?"
Leiko gently asked the confused Jessica and said this.
"I don't know, but Ancestor Leiko, I want to pick up that God of War Blade!"
Jessica looked at the God of War's Blade, which was not far away, and it was shining with the light of legend!
In that light, the aura belonging to Orak is constantly churning!
Wild and violent!
That kind of anger full of fighting spirit made Jessica feel a little bit of Orak's thoughts.
"Really? Let's go then."
Leiko smiled.
Jessica was probably the first little one to get a prize.
Maybe there is Orac's mentality of protecting the calf, but Jessica is a real warrior recognized by Orac.
Although he does not yet have the power to use the God of War's Blade, Bulcasso will give him corresponding rewards.
An imitation of the Legend is enough for Jessica to better learn Orac's fighting style.
Leiko strode behind Jessica.
Jessica walked to the edge of the legend and stretched out her arm!
Although Jessica looked very embarrassed at this time, without the scalp on her head, which made her appearance a little disgusting.
But the severe pain could not stop her will.
"Buzz!"
The moment Jessica's hand grasped the God of War's Blade, the legendary blade lost all its light and became no different from an ordinary weapon.
This is the legend created by Orak, and it will abide by Orak's will.
So Jessica already has the stamp of approval.
"Go back now. Your injury can be treated by Aunt Mara. There will be no scars."
Leiko forgot about the existence of the blood bottle.
After all, when she was alive, blood bottles had not yet become an iconic configuration.
"I will."
Jessica responded.
Leiko sent her directly out of the "secret realm".
Jessica did not plan to use the blood bottle to treat her injuries, and even planned to leave some marks on her body as a souvenir.
As for whether Luke would change because she became ugly, Jessica didn't care at all.
The worst case scenario would be to knock him unconscious and drag him away.
Barbarians like to use force to reason.
As a barbarian from the Big Bear tribe, Jessica has full confidence in her power!
…
Bulcaisel stood motionless at the origin of the explosion.
The violent shock wave hit him like a breeze, without causing any injuries.
Kanai's box in the sky has stopped all changes, and Kanai will become part of Bulcaisu here.
"Are you ready?"
Warusk's voice came, but his figure did not appear.
Now he can only stay in that dark place and silently sort out the power of the Holy Mountain, waiting for the day when he will dedicate everything to himself.
"Ready for what? Ready to be the beneficiary of any sacrifice?"
Burcasso looked at Kanai's Box with some disdain.
"Your sacrifice will not be less than ours, so what's the problem with being a beneficiary?"
Warusk was a little anxious.
"Hurry up and get ready! Hurry up and take on the responsibility of the Immortal King. You can't let me, a guy who is locked up in the Holy Mountain, always bear double the burden.
Bulcaisel, speed up! "
There was a hint of helplessness in Warusk's voice.
In a short period of time, his mood fluctuated several times.
"Were you also this verbose when you were young? I don't need you to ask me to do things. At least I am much smarter than you."
Bulcaisel stretched out his hand and grasped Kanai's Magic Box.
Just the fingers are trembling.
He used a lot of strength when holding this great magic.
"What are you waiting for? Waiting for me to say goodbye to Kanai?"
Warusk roared angrily, and then there was no more movement.
Burcasso glanced at Liz Salman behind him, feeling a little irritated.
A young man suddenly appeared, standing there with a look of despair and numbness.
Bulcaisel felt unhappy because he seemed to have lost all thought about everything outside.
Tragedies like this happen all the time in shelters!
For example, humans become the minions of the devil at a certain moment, losing their minds and killing people around them.
Or the child watched his mother kill his father and eat the flesh and blood.
These things are so common.
Demons deserve no sympathy.
And for people who give up on themselves, no matter what level of help they provide, it seems like useless efforts.
The nephalem rarely go out of their way to help others regain their faith.
That time is too long. Instead of spending time doing something that may not have any results, it would be more sincere to work harder and kill a few more demons.
At least the demon will die if he is killed.
And spending time comforting those desperate wounded soldiers may not make this person fight again.
It is not a question of who is more important, but a multiple-choice question of what can be done to make the greatest contribution within the same period of time.
"This explosion is much simpler than the World Stone one."
Bulkesso said casually.
Then Li Zi was sent directly out of this place.
No one alive in the secret realm will die or be sacrificed.
Oleike will do this well.
The sacrifice of only a few people is enough.
Bulkesso clenched his fists.
[It would be nice if I was the only one who sacrificed. 】
He muttered like this.
Every person who is willing to sacrifice will have such thoughts.
As for those guys who clamor to "sacrifice you to benefit the world", they are sinful.
It is justice and kindness to sacrifice oneself for others, and I don’t know where the guy who is generous to others has such a big face.
"Kanai, it will be difficult for us to be separated from now on. I hate this feeling."
Bulcaisel muttered casually.
This is considered a eulogy.
"I thought you didn't need to show up before I failed completely. But why do you old guys always have such far-reaching plans?
What will you leave behind for me? "
Bulkesso said, taking out the remaining items from Kanai's box.
That is a gem that exudes azure light!
There is also a small bottle of orange liquid.
"Balance?"
Burcasso grabbed the azure gem and threw it into his mouth like a bean.
Then he picked up the small bottle and poured it into his mouth.
The blue light was the trophy that Kanai obtained when facing Israel, even though this trophy went into the grave with Kanai.
All of Israel's lost power is here.
Great Elder Kanai was extremely powerful in that era.
"It's so boring it makes me feel sick!"
Bulcaisuo swallowed these two things into his stomach with some difficulty, with a look of disdain.
"You say so, Diavolo!"
As Bulcasso called out Diavolo's name, a great demon that looked somewhat similar to the great demon of the year appeared not far away.
The source of fear!
That is the great demon created by Diavolo based on himself!
He had already tried to take Leah's body to resurrect her very early on.
These great demons, called Dreadborn, are constructed from Adria's blood and Mordan's blood.
Diavolo had defeated Aidan's will countless times.
None of this blood was wasted!
"Bulkesso, nice to meet you."
Diavolo's voice came from the mouth of the source of fear!
This kind of demon is like Diavolo's signal station.
The Fear Demon can use his consciousness to fight these bodies at will, and then do whatever he wants!
"Diablo, I'm happy too."
Bulcaisuo said, taking off the legendary mountain-splitting ax from his waist!
"Being able to make your consciousness feel my anger before actually killing you, there is nothing better than this! Ha!"
After speaking, Bulcaisu let out a war cry, and the mountain-splitting ax in his hand struck the demon's mouth with a biting cold air!
Bulcaisel doesn't want to hear even a hint of Diavolo's voice anymore!
This guy is unforgivable and deserves to die!
"My consciousness will not be killed in this place, so I know what you have gained. Next, wait for me to come to you! Bulcaisuo..."
The source of fear had his head chopped open with an axe!
It became a frozen hard ice sculpture in the cold wind!
Then Bulcaisu lifted his foot and trampled it into pieces!
"Next time, you won't feel such simple pain! Bastard!"
Bulcaisuo muttered and shifted his gaze to the direction of the Holy Mountain.
The shock wave of the explosion was about to destroy everything.
The next step is for him to deal with those guys after the incident!
There was another guy inside that he needed to meet.
The guy who always declares victory and the end after a battle in the "Secret Realm"!
Bulcaisuo wants to ask about the news about the Thief God!
