In the midst of a battle that was not considered 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?"
Bulcaisel's body is still shining 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 Bulkesso'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 feel strange and irritable."
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 surpassing what he was when 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 how much price have you paid just to destroy this will?"
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 this world itself.
So Bulcaisel! 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 Bulqueso!
"What does this have to do with archangels being able to be killed?"
Bulcasso asked, 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 is even anger seeping out of the cracks!
"You just don't want to have a ceremonial funeral.
After you passed on your immortality to the three of Hyrab and the others, you have exhausted even your own authority."
Bulqueso'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 appeared 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 was still burning in the cracks on 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.
"Tell me about it, I think it's not meaningless for you to bring up option two at this time.
I will let you get the crushing you want before you finally dissipate."
Bulcasso's eyes were already shrouded in anger.
"Hide your emotions? I've always thought this 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 inherently passionate, so what’s the point of hiding your emotions?”
Warusk said funnyly.
"You should remember that the body of the first ancestor completely disappeared when the Holy Mountain of Arreat was detonated.
But my body still exists.
To be continued...