"Bulkess, I thought you would solve the problem you are facing more roughly."
 Johanna whispered.
The feeling of facing Baal directly is not a good one, especially after Baal devoured Mephisto.
 Pure Baal did not eat the hateful personality belonging to Mephisto, but instead focused all his power on his own destruction.
 In terms of strength, Baal once again became the most powerful among the demon kings of hell.
 Temporary retreat is nothing to Barr, and besides, he has already got what he wants.
 Pure power and pure destruction are a match made in heaven.
Johanna is a little worried that Barr's power is too directed at her.
 Perseverance and defense are somewhat powerless in the face of destruction.
“Then what? Being locked up in the Burning Hell for a long time, waiting for those boring guys to slowly watch Diavolo become the biggest trouble in the shadows?”
Burkeso said to Johanna without looking back.
Bulkessor's attitude towards Baal is definitely not good. If given the chance, Bulcaisel would be happy to tear Baal into pieces.
 It's just that the time is not good now, Baal still needs to continue to exist.
There are only two of the three demon gods left now, and with the addition of Billie who is talking nonsense somewhere, it seems that the hell demon kings have no trump card except the flaming fang.
“Bulkess, I’m just a little confused, why do you have to show up in person no matter what the matter is?”
Ancient Yi looked at Bulcaisuo in front of him with soft eyes. Ancient Yi felt the feeling of an independent soul, so he was a little confused about Bulcaisuo who didn't look free at all.
"Who else do you think can handle some things for me on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath that I can't handle easily? Rorschach or Thor? They don't have enough mind and strength. They may not stand in front of Baal.
I’m so shaken, but I can’t think calmly anymore.”
Burkeso said feeling a little bored.
 The barbarians need more power, but that will take some time.
 Growth never happens overnight.
 …
 There is still more than an hour before the celebration starts.
Burkasso is discussing with Warusk the specific matters of this secret realm.
  After all, this secret realm is not so easy to crush. It has to accommodate the ancestors who are full of anger and have nowhere to vent, so the balance of strength is the most important.
“So you came to us with this problem?”
 Worusk held the small black ball in his hand and said with some displeasure.
The little black ball in Volusk's hand is not a strange thing, it is Mephisto's character who hates the demon god.
Bar's shreds of consciousness and power are also inside, used to create the images of Baal and Mephisto in that battle.
 The ancestors are all dead, so their strength is naturally not what it was when they were still alive.
 Hence, Baal and Mephisto in the secret realm cannot be made too powerful.
 Otherwise, this bet will be considered bankrupt.
“I will not fight in the secret realm myself. According to the original situation, I am still fighting in Seschelon with those rats who are good at evading.”
Burkeso sat on a chair and looked at Warusk in front of him seriously.
Of course he can't take action. If Bulcaisuo takes action in that secret realm, the bet will be completely unfair.
The bet between Tyrael and Bulcaisel was for the barbarians who died at that stop. As for the new recruits, they were nothing more than an addition.
In a battlefield where the three ancestors will die in battle, all the recruits can do is pray that the stones from the catapult will not fall on their heads.
“A bet? Do you think you are qualified to be a chess player? Burqasso, you won’t let me down, right?”
 Worusk did not raise his head, but silently observed the ball in his hand that was transformed into the person of Mephisto.
 He looked serious, like Deckard Kane who was bending over the table to look up information.
 “Warusk, this is the best opportunity.”
Burkeso said firmly.
Winning or losing this gamble seems to no longer be that important.
 The person of Tyrael seemed to be right before his eyes.
 It's just that Tyrell's approach is a little strange.
“Really? The best chance? If you directly asked for the authority of justice, Tyrael would probably agree.”
 Worusk finally raised his head and glanced at Bulkesso, his eyes somewhat meaningful.
Tyriel owed it to the barbarians, or in other words, he had long been prepared to entrust his status to him.
Moreover, Bulcaisel also redeemed Yizuer's soul, so Tyrael no longer has anything to worry about.
“It’s just that he won’t do it, at least he won’t hand it over to me right away.”
Burkeso rubbed his wrists and his tone was a little light.
 He felt uncomfortable, as if there was some conspiracy unfolding against him.
But Bulcaisso quickly put this thought behind him.
 Conspiracy?
The Nephalem have long been accustomed to conspiracy and calculation. No matter whether it is simple or complex, these guys will never refuse.
By the time Bulcaisso meets Diavolo, no matter what plot he has, Bulcaisso is confident that he can handle it.
  Diavolo is no longer the Great Demon God.
"Barbarians don't hate justice. What we hate is Tyrell who doesn't do anything."
 Worusk threw the ball in his hand to Bulkesso and said.
 What the barbarians pursue is hope, courage, and justice.
 These do not refer to the three archangels Auriel, Imprius and Tyrael.
 “I don’t like that guy that much either.”
Leiko sat aside and said silently.
 The archangel Leiko is familiar with is Isreal, not Tyrael.
 Moreover, the kind of familiarity is still a reluctant one.
Even if the believer in fate is dead, Israel still wants to find some clues of fate from Leiko.
“Bulkesser, what do you mean, we old guys who died before that battle can only be responsible for protecting those young boys?”
 Worusk said this.
 How can a festival limit the number of participants?
 That was not a good holiday.
 “No, I’ll give those demons a little more energy.”
Burkeso knocked the Dark Soul Stone on his head and said.
Burkeso had no intention of letting only those ancestors who died in the defense of Harrogath participate in the battle. That would be too stingy.
 There are only a few people who must be restricted.
“Then can I take action? I want to teach that archangel a lesson.”
Worusk opened his eyes wide and looked at Bulkesso in front of him and asked.
A peak Volusk thrown into an otherwise "evenly matched" battle would be a disaster.
 Especially enemies in the secret realm will be weakened accordingly, but Volusk can still use his power.
“Forget it about you, me, and Leiko. Of course, Johanna will not interfere in this battle.”
Burkeso pinched the ball in his hand and suddenly felt that he had made a new discovery.
To be continued...