In the middle of a battle that wasn't really a battle, Bulcaisel slapped Warusk's gravel hammer aside with a frustrated stab.
"Can't you guys just wait for me to do everything right?"
Bulcasso's body was still glowing with red light.
It was as if anger could burst out of his body at any time!
“We have our own will, so naturally we cannot do anything but wait.
Since you bear the pain and expectations of all barbarians, you should know my purpose. "
Warusk looked at Bulkesso's current state with disgust in his eyes.
"The future I outline must be better than the present."
"But there's no us in that future, right?"
The relationship between the two immortal kings changed from a tense situation on the verge of losing control to some kind of weird exchange.
"That's not the case. Your will has become a part of me, but you should also know that I am not just a collection of wills!"
The flame-condensed heavy blade in Bulcaisuo's hand flickered.
"Yes, you are the great Uldyssian, the mighty Bul-Katho, the immortal king of the barbarians.
But you are not me. "
Warusk put his gravel hammer on his shoulder, his eyes becoming more and more manic.
"I made this choice precisely because I trust you, and you should put me to sleep forever as soon as possible.
I already felt strange and agitated. "
Warusk's figure became a bit unreal.
The power in the holy mountain is concentrated on him. This state is not the normal state of Volusk.
His own power has been given to Gruchak before. As long as he completely disappears, that power will allow Gruchak to go further!
From being almost the same as Leiko to being on par with the three demon gods.
Authority is the rule, and strength determines how much authority can be displayed.
At this time, Volusk used the power of the Holy Mountain to make himself stronger, even beyond what he was alive to a certain extent.
"I don't understand why you want the archangel to be killed. This seriously disrupts my arrangements."
Bulkesso asked, looking at Warusk who finally stopped charging in front of him.
“Your attempt to use the power and personality of the Archangels to defeat the Demon King’s will has proven successful.
But among the three demon gods, you only took action against Mephisto's will.
And just to destroy this will, how much price have you paid? "
Warusk asked with a sneer.
"Of course you can be silent, but I remember the name of every giver!
The three ancestors paid a lot of soul essence for this matter, as well as the remaining will of Jotun Kule and Kanai.
There are even several powerful souls possessed by the world itself.
Then Bulkesso! tell me! After you imprison the souls of Diavolo and Baal in the Dark Soul Stone, how do you completely destroy them?
Are their equivalent archangels to be wiped out together?
Or looking for more victims? "
Warusk's voice became louder and louder, becoming deafening!
Obviously he is not optimistic about the results currently shown by Bulkesso!
"What does this have to do with archangels being able to be killed?"
Bulcaisel asked rhetorically, although his voice seemed a little weaker.
"After the archangels only have one life, death is something that can threaten them.
Before, you threatened them with violence and handed over your identity and part of your recoverable power.
So now, you can use violence to slowly weaken them like boiling frogs in warm water! "
Warusk said without any hesitation.
"Do you think those archangels can be equal to the remaining two demon gods if they surrender half of their existence?"
Bulcaisel sneered.
“At least it won’t be any worse than it would have been otherwise.
Weak Archangels can no longer make our existence feel like we are in a small boat that can capsize on the sea at any time! "
Warusk's eyes were full of cracks like glass balls that had been thrown to the ground!
"My time is running out, let me perish in the hands of the great Immortal King!
The power accumulated in the Holy Mountain is still beyond my expectation, and I can no longer hold on. "
Warusk said slowly.
As he finished speaking, there were a few more cracks on his eyeballs.
There was even anger seeping out of the cracks!
“You just don’t want to have a ceremonial funeral.
After you passed on the immortality you had mastered to Hairab and the three of them, you have exhausted even your own authority. "
Bulkesso's anger swelled a little more.
A few flames burst out from the cracks in his body that looked like a broken furnace!
“I don’t believe in the first ancestor, although he gave the barbarians a strong foundation.
But you and I both know what a terrible power anger is. Without hatred, anger becomes controllable.
But it can't show its strongest side.
I went a long way on the path of anger, but in the end I chose the broken power of death. "
A smile broke out on Warusk's face.
But this smile made the skin on his face fall to the ground like crumbs, and then turned into dust by the powerful power accumulated by the Holy Mountain.
"Sacrifice? I've always hated sacrifice itself."
Bulcaisel's tone was extremely strange, like a sigh or annoyance.
But the anger still burned in the cracks in his body.
"I still have a secret, that is my second plan.
It’s just that I didn’t expect that the first plan could unfold so smoothly and get the results I wanted. "
Warusk smiled even brighter.
But this smile caused another part of his body to turn into fly ash.
"Let's talk about it, I think it's not meaningless for you to bring up option two at this time.
I'll give you the crush you want before you finally dissipate. "
Bulkesso's eyes were already shrouded in anger.
"Hide your emotions? I've always thought that was weird.
I just want to laugh louder than everyone else and be crueler than all my enemies!
When I cry, my tears must be more violent than anyone else's!
Life is already hot, so what’s the point of hiding your emotions? "
Warusk said funny.
"You should remember that the body of the first ancestor completely disappeared when the Holy Mountain of Arreat was detonated.
But my body is still there.
Originally, I wanted to wait until the barbarians could no longer exist, and then use the power of death I had to fight again.
But my plan was so successful that I now lost the authority to die. "
Warusk said with a dry smile.
"Who are you going to let use your hardened body that is infected by the power of death?
I guarantee that the other ancestral spirits will not have any words to say. "
Bulkesso said seriously.
"What if I say that I plan to leave my body to you?"
Warusk said with strange eyes.
At this time, his eyeballs seemed to be filled with fog composed of cracks!
The body he was using at this time was indeed on the verge of reaching its limit.
"I'm still alive, and I don't see any need to change my body."
Bulcaisel frowned.
Every expression Warusk made at this time would turn part of his current body into ashes.
Every movement Bulcaisso made at this time would cause anger to spurt out from the cracks in his body.
"Barbarians are never guys who know how to cherish their own bodies. Look at your body that is riddled with holes right now.
Your anger and your spontaneity have reached their limit.
Burning your own authority with anger? How did you come up with this kind of thing? "
Warusk teased.
"The power of nature is so vast that even the Nephalem cannot fully grasp it.
And I am just allowing myself to master more nature.
I have a feeling that archangels and demons are not the biggest difficulties we need to encounter. "
Bulkesso said casually.
In this place where multiple forces merge, he can say anything.
The barrier Li Min built outside could even block the observation of fate.
It's just that the shielding is from the outside in.
"I'm not asking you to change your body, but I'm asking you to do something with the forging you're best at lately.
Since you can use your body as a furnace, then turn my body into materials.
Then repair your broken furnace which is not even tight enough.
I am also a stag, but after today is over, you will be the only stag that exists. "
Warusk laughed dryly.
Then his chin and throat completely turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
The body he is using at this time is an entity created by the fusion of soul and the power of the Holy Mountain.
The collapse of this body means that his soul is about to disappear!
"You always take matters into your own hands."
Bulcasso said in a strange tone, which seemed to be a little compassionate.
"I just made a choice, as for my body...
You first need to put on my armor.
My armor was forged by Kanai and a group of skilled craftsmen for me back then.
It was just in the last session that I did something interesting.
The energy circuits in my legendary suit are drawn with my blood.
This means that a stag dons my armor and has full access to my legendary powers.
Except for my favorite weapon, the gravel hammer. "
Warusk used the power of his soul to stir up energy and vibrate.
"The gravel hammer you are holding in your hand does not seem to be the one you were carrying before."
Bulkesso said.
As the best blacksmith, Bulcaisel had long distinguished the differences in the weapons in Volusk's hands.
"I gave my original weapon to Gruchak. He will be stronger."
Warusk said.
"Let's go on to talk about how you should find my body. You must first put on my legend..."
"So, you have been waving your own body in battle before?"
Bulcaisel interrupted directly. .
Warusk wanted to laugh again, but he no longer had a jaw or a throat.
The gravel hammer in his hand turned into a stiff corpse!
“There was no fighting, just simply teaching a few young people.
All Nephalem must rely on their own bodies when using their authority, and I am no exception.
In order to keep Hyrab and the others alive, I had no choice but to use my own body as a weapon.
Who would have thought that there would be an opportunity to help you fill this broken furnace of yours? "
Warusk said.
His eyes had turned into ashes at this time, and something like a fire snake transformed from the energy of the Holy Mountain spread out from all the gaps in Warusk's body!
Warusk did not expect that Bulkesso could see through the location of his body at a glance.
This somewhat surprised him.
Originally, he wanted to use these words to tell Bulcasso the last joke of his existence.
"Hurry up and give me the ending I want in my last moments of existence.
I have spent my life crushing enemies, and the most powerful opponent can only be one who is evenly matched.
I really want to feel what it feels like to be completely crushed. "
Warusk urged.
His body has reached its limit at this time, and he will not be able to exist for long.
"I would rather watch you disappear bit by bit than be broken by me.
When I get out, I will tell them that you were crushed by me and passed away contentedly. "
Bulcasso said hesitantly.
His words rarely became choppy.
“Asshole, I never care what they think.
I am the most selfish immortal king! I just want to be happy! "
Warusk shouted anxiously.
"You just want to piss me off?"
Warusk suddenly reacted.
"You played a joke on me at the end of my life? It's really yours.
Okay, I'm ready.
Let me fade away and take my power to build a better world for you.
Although I have little confidence in you on this matter. "
Warusk breathed out a sigh of relief.
As he breathed, his chest turned to ashes.
Volusk had no intention of using any remnants of his soul to help Bulkesso.
Although doing so can also provide a lot of help to Bulkesso.
For example, he replaced his sealed fears and memories to maintain the integrity of Bulcaisuo's soul.
The reason why he is unwilling to do this is simple, because Bulcasso is just Bulcaisso, not a suture monster.
Doing so would affect the uniqueness of Bulkatho's soul and the higher being itself.
"I can't think of any suitable way to say goodbye to you.
Your departure was as hasty as Kanai's back then. "
Bulkesso said silently.
"I have an idea that might interest you."
Burcasso said suddenly.
While speaking, he also took out the prototype of the legend he had forged!
"I hope your soul can be integrated into this legend, although it is not the heavy hammer image you like.
But I am willing to let your soul reside in this legend. "
Bulcaisel raised the heavy blade in his right hand and said.
"It's called 'Call of the Immortal King Volusk'.
When its forging is completely completed, countless ordinary legends and ancient legends will appear in this world.
And you will probably be like the three ancestors, able to transfer a part of your consciousness or instinct to other imitations.
Then let the barbarian you admire get the guidance of an immortal king. "
As Bulcaisuo spoke, he directly penetrated the legendary prototype in his hand through Warusk's body at this time.
“The essence of crushing is to ignore your answer.
You have to become one of my legendary swords. I crush your free will.
And your strength fails to resist my opinion. "
Bulkesso sighed!
Then Warusk's soul was like being absorbed by a vacuum cleaner, completely entering the heavy blade in Bulcaisuo's right hand!
"You're so good. Is this what it feels like to be crushed?"
Warusk's voice came from the heavy blade in Bulkesso's right hand!
"You must turn the first generation ancestor into the soul in the weapon in your left hand!"
cried Warusk's voice.
His body completely disappeared at this time, and his corpse fell heavily to the ground.
Next, Bulcaisel will use Volusk's corpse as material to repair his furnace, which is full of cracks!
Warusk came to an end.
And Bulcasso's own legendary weapons have also completed the forging of one of them!
Obviously, the other one is reserved for the first generation ancestors...
This result is the most appropriate ending I can think of.
Warusk, who was bound to disappear, still left something behind.
Bulcaisel's body will undergo new changes.
