"It's always like this. I really don't want to see that kind of scene again."
“You’ve always looked worried lately, can you tell me why?”
Johanna glanced in Barr's direction and said.
  She clearly felt the growing power, and Bulcasso sighed in front of her, which made Johanna want to say something.
 “Something on your mind? Who doesn’t have something on your mind?”
Burkeso looked at Johanna with a somewhat hollow look.
“It’s just that everything must come to an end, and it’s time for this battle to end.”
Burkeso's broken armor disappeared piece by piece.
The end result of this battle is nothing more than an empty and angry barbarian standing in a pit and fighting continuously.
“Now, leave this place, my battle will begin next.”
Burkeso said without looking back.
 The rest of the battle only requires the presence of one person, just the ruins after an explosion.
 There is nothing to see anymore.
“By the way, do you think any recruit will be able to witness the last moment? I have prepared a generous reward and want to give it to that outstanding warrior.”
Burkeso said casually, and Jotun Kule twitched the corner of his mouth.
 “When do you plan to accept Kanai’s legacy?”
“Wait until after the explosion and everything returns to normal.”
Burkeso’s figure has gone far away.
 He took off his armor, showing his wounds that had not yet healed.
 Walking barefoot on the snow of this snow-capped mountain.
 The footprints were so clear that even the outline of the scar on the sole of Bulcasso's foot could be left on the snow.
 “Telling lies. As expected of you.”
Jotun Kule said with a smile.
 Then he focused his attention on a corner.
There was Diavolo's aura over there, which made Zoldun Kule want to laugh a little.
 There are always many interesting things that can be found in the past that appeared on the Holy Mountain of Arreat at a certain time period.
Jordon Kule understood that Bulcaisel just wanted to get rid of that bastard Diavolo first, and then do important things.
 The less Diavolo knows, the less danger there will be.
 So he won’t do anything unnecessary.
 Many things in the world will not be judged as right or wrong, but more about the will of "everyone".
If everyone does this, is it right?
 Sacrificing one person for world peace is justice?
 Only when the person who is sacrificed is oneself can it be called justice.
 Tyrell was not clear on this point.
 Fortunately, there is always someone who knows.
“A boring battle? It’s never what you say it is, Bulcaisel.”
 Zordon Kule said this.
He didn't care whether Bulcaisel heard what he said clearly.
But he didn’t mean to hide anything.
 Johanna and Leah shifted their gazes to Jotun Kule, their eyes full of exploration.
 “Don’t look at me like this, ignorance is the happiest! Hahaha!”
Zortun Kule laughed, his voice echoing in the empty snowfield.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, letting in a ray of sunshine and shining on Jotun Kule.
This sunlight caused Zoltun Kule, the ancient Nephalem ghost, to emit a holy light.
Johanna was a little speechless, and Leah just silently thought about the meaning of Jotun Kule's words.
 …
The giant ax in Qualkek's hand hit the boulder heavily, and ice-blue anger flashed, making everything around him even colder.
“Barbarians, tell me what it is you want?”
Bar's voice came out slowly from the stone in front of him.
The end point is something that has long been determined. Even if these barbarians are unable to end this battle with an explosion, Bulcaisso will do so.
This is a good guess.
 Burkeso is such a person.
　　What is in the past will be again in the future; what is seen in the past will be seen again in the future!
This is not the first time Bulkesso has done something similar.
“I can’t understand your struggle, and I can’t understand what you think is noble.
 Even, I can’t understand why you would make such a choice.”
Barr felt that the power on the boulder was squeezing inwards. It was obvious that Qualkek's approach was different from what he originally thought.
Confining the direction of an explosion is never a big problem, especially when a barbarian is risking his own soul.
Moreover, it is just to change the explosion from random diffusion to directional. Even if the explosion cannot be controlled, it will not turn this once holy mountain into a bottomless pit.
What Qualkirk did was like putting a piece of tape on a river bank that was about to collapse.
 It seems to have done something, but it is meaningless.
 “Hey! Baal. Humans have never been great.”
 Qualkiq's body began to disintegrate little by little.
That old face was like a broken fragment of a pottery figurine. Under the fragments, the dazzling soul should have been exposed, but in the case of the old General Qualkirk, there was nothingness underneath the fragments.
“Of course, there is nothing in the world that can be called great or miraculous. Everything happens as a matter of course, and all good things are because someone has paid the price for them.”
Barr rarely faced a barbarian with a calm attitude and explained his thoughts.
 “What did you pay for? You said it as if you like beautiful things.”
 Qualkiq laughed in anger.
 What does a destroyer say to something beautiful?
 He never cherished anything.
“Beauty is most valuable when it is destroyed. I gave the meaning of the existence of beauty. So what did you pay for it? Barbarian?”
Barr said this.
 Before this, the appearance of barbarians in front of him always gave him a headache.
Those barbarians howling like ghosts and gods would always attack him with axes, heavy swords, maces and even broken wooden clubs.
 Communicate well? That doesn’t exist.
 Human beings confide in their pets not because these little things can understand his inner feelings, but because those little things will not tell other humans what they hear.
 Just like no one would tell their innermost thoughts to a tape recorder.
In the eyes of the Hell Demon, humans are just a collection of pets, toys and tools.
 “I am part of the price.”
Qualkirk hung the ax in his hand on his waist, and his eyes glanced at Lizzy intentionally or unintentionally.
To be continued...