Destroyed the souls of Azmodan and Duriel! Absorbed the person of the Archangel of Courage!
　　I got this trophy from the battle and got the gift of time!
Burkeso is already the strongest, now is the time for Orek, the real old guy, to understand this!
 “Now, am I qualified?”
Burkeso used his own vigor to wash away the illusory soul in front of him, and spoke word by word!
Burkeso needs more truth, and hopes that Jotun Kule’s soul hidden in an unknown corner will appear and bring more news.
“Perhaps, you are already the most powerful, but are you still the Nephalem? Bul-Katho?”
Oleke's voice was filled with sarcasm.
 A being with a body that is a mixture of various powers, is it still a Nephalem?
This kind of problem is not something Bulcaisel would consider.
What he is and what he is not are all determined by his will!
“You call me Bulkesso and you shouldn’t ask such a question. Now, let me ask you one last question, where is Jotun Kule!?”
Burkeso's hand was already on the weapon at his waist.
 A soul can be killed.
 And that moment represents the freedom of the soul!
 Whether it is righteous or evil!
Just like the sun will fall on people regardless of justice or evil!
“I once said that given time you will eventually understand! Now, do you understand? Bulcaisel?”
Behind Orek, the upright Nephalem stone tablet exuded a gentle glow.
 A golden portal slowly rotated from several golden photoelectrics and appeared in front of Bulcaisuo.
 The soul of a tall mage passed through the portal little by little, and bursts of indescribable aura were filling the entire Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
That mage came here with a strong magic power that could wash away everything, and with the power brought by profound knowledge!
 Only when he hits you hard with his staff can you truly feel the weight of knowledge!
“Zoldun Kule! How long are you going to hide it from me? Is it until the day when I turn into a soul and reside on the holy mountain of Harrogas?”
Burkeso drew out the weapon from his waist and pointed the blade directly at Jotun Kule's eyes.
But Jordan Kule still said in that frivolous and annoying tone:
“No, no, no! Bulcaisso. You have to know that it is impossible for a soul like yours, which is almost split in two, to appear on the holy mountain of Harrogath.”
Zoltun Kule shook and closed the portal on the Nephalem Stone.
He walked towards Bulcasso ahead without stopping, even though the sharp tip of the knife was right in front of him!
As Jotun Kule advanced, the weapons stained with unknown amounts of demon blood gradually turned into gravel and dissipated in front of Jotun Kule.
By the time Jotun Kule stood in front of Bulcaisu, the weapon had completely dissipated.
 “An interesting trick, you seem to already know I will choose to show up? Bulkeso?”
Jordon Kule looked at Bulkesso and said with a smile.
That weapon is not a legend, it is just a long sword that can be seen everywhere.
If it were something precious, even Zoldun Kule would not easily turn the weapon into a handful of gravel.
Although there was a hint of doubt in his tone, both Bulcasso and he knew that this was it.
“So, the Nephalem, who knows a lot but only speaks vaguely, can be called the great Jotun Kule, do you plan to give me any new advice now?”
Burkeso said with a sarcastic tone to Jotun Kule in front of him.
Zortun Kule has reminded Bul-Katho countless times, or in other words, he has reminded all the Nephalem countless times!
 “Beware of the witch and the archangel.
 You have no idea who the girl next to you is.
I have had many titles, but I have never been a liar."
 Zordon Kule told Bulkesso very early about Adelia's danger and reminded her of Leah's identity!
 Even said that he has never been called a liar as a warning!
 As for being careful about archangels, Bulcaisel has not experienced anything related yet.
 If anything, it was probably the moment Tyrael detonated the Worldstone!
 “Hmm? Let me think about it.”
 Zordon Kule raised his hand to hold his chin and spoke slowly, as if he was deep in thought.
“Join me, and together we can rule all mankind? How about this one?”
Jotun Kule said with a somewhat meaningful smile on his face.
"You still haven't given up your ambition? Now you can't even be resurrected. Your body and your blood have long followed us into this world and said goodbye to you forever."
Burkeso frowned, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
Rule the world?
No Nephalem hero has ever thought this way.
That is arrogant and arrogant.
Bulkessor knew that Jotun Kule had other things to say.
“So, how about making this world the home of the Nephalem? Or are you going to listen to some of the new words I’ve come up with over time to mock people like you?”
Jotun Kule said casually.
 Then with a wave of his hand, Orec's soul was stuffed into the Nephalem pillar.
“Jordon Kule, let’s get down to business! I want to open a secret realm that is vast enough to allow both high-level heaven and burning hell to enter! Then take a more crucial step!
 Now I need your and Orek's help! Of course, regardless of whether you will help me or not, I will do it!"
Burkeso looked at Jotun Kule in front of him and finally became serious.
The power in his body was like a tide rushing over Jotun Kule in front of him.
“Sure, why not? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Jordon Kule's words made the blood vessels on Bulkesso's forehead bulge.
 To him, this sentence was comparable to what the businessman in Calada who used blood rock fragments to buy a lucky bag said, "This is a good thing, can I get it back?".
 This is a mockery to every Nephalem who has ever fought in the secret realm!
“You have several days to think and understand the world. The next time I ask you, I hope you can give me the answer I want.”
Burkaiso gave Jotun Kule one last deep look, and then threw a stone in his hand to Jotun Kule.
 There is the foundation of this secret realm, which contains the carrier of part of Tyrael's will.
“That’s really interesting. Give me time to learn about the world? You want me to make a plan for the world, right?”
Jordon Kule silently put away the stone, and the corners of his mouth finally dropped with a sarcastic expression.
Jotun Kule is, after all, just a loser on the road to becoming stronger.
  No matter how much knowledge and infinite magic power he had, he still failed.
 After there is no chance of resurrection, how can he still have the qualifications to let Bulkeso join his plan?
 A ghost, wandering alone in this world.
Only Bul-Katho, a kin who seems to be beyond the scope of Nephalem, has enough power to help him, as for Johanna.
Jotun Kule twitched the corner of his mouth and did not intend to continue to comment.
 A Crusader that has pinned all its strength and spirit on a set of legends, even if it takes a powerful step by following Bulcaisel's footsteps, it still cannot escape the innate prison.
 …
To be continued...