Barr believes that searching for meaning is painful and that it is impossible to have a little value in infinity.
So he wanted to return himself to the chaos at the beginning, the time when there was only destruction without him.
No need to think, nothing needed.
There is no boring hatred and fighting, or even nothing!
That is the freedom Barr seeks!
But there is a problem that he has to consider, and that is fate!
What kind of future does fate want? Or what kind of ending does fate dictate?
That's not something that Inarius, the idiot in Baal's eyes, can decide!
Inaris is Inaris. Even if he did not hand over the authority of the archangel to Israel, he cannot represent the will of fate!
Destiny, death, war or everything else in existence should not be controlled by a consciousness!
This is Baal's wish!
More than once, he has devoted himself to those battles with no chance of winning, and more than once, he has watched those humans find a way to "seal" the devil of hell!
But those expectations turned into disappointment again and again!
Barr has already gone crazy!
Who was not crazy during that experience?
Maybe the Archangel of Wisdom is not there yet, that guy may be the only normal person among a group of madmen who enjoy madness!
Because Malthael chose to find a solution!
Even though this method is cruel and ruthless!
Kill all humans in the world, because there is a demonic side in human bodies!
Kill everything related to the devil and let the concept of the devil wither away!
This can probably end the never-ending battle, this can probably bring the eternal war to an end!
It's just that crazy people are starting to enjoy the madness!
"Barr, whose hands do you want to die in?"
Joriz looked at Barr inside, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
At this moment, he seemed to have gotten to know the Demon God of Destruction all over again, his eyes were deep and calm.
"Whose hands do I want to die at? Thank you so much! Thank you guys for finally seeing me as a person like you.
The Demon King of Hell and the Archangel will not die, just like the unlucky Leoric, we can only disappear but not be killed."
Barr looked at the quiet Joriz in front of him, and seemed to see his elder brother in a trance.
Not the Mephisto who entrusted the knowledge to him, but the Mephisto who once mastered the knowledge and was full of hatred and anger!
At that time, the Demon God of Hatred was the real master of the Burning Hell!
"The eldest brother at that time might have foreseen it a long time ago? So he chose ignorance?"
Barr's laughter gradually subsided, and after he was completely quiet, he slowly said this sentence.
"Joriz, do you think ignorance is happiness or pain?"
Barr stretched out an index finger with his human-like hand and gently touched the light shield of the Burning Hell.
His movements seemed to be waiting for Joe Ruiz to touch his fingers through the light shield like him.
"Powerlessness is the pain."
Joriz slowly raised the confrontation in his hand and stabbed Barr hard on the other side of the light barrier.
But there was no response, Joriz's power was not enough to shake the mask.
This warrior is not weak, but facing this light shield that even beings like the three ancestors cannot directly break, he is definitely not powerful.
"So, you can feel the pain now! I can't do anything about Leiko, and the same goes for you!"
Barr said this, and his dark eyes, which no one had carefully explored, reflected a meaningful light like a black agate.
"Then now comes the second thing! Diavolo, what do you want!?"
Joriz looked at Barr firmly, as if he was sure that the other party would tell him.
Joriz looked very strange when he asked such a question, and Barr, who looked at Joriz, gave an even stranger answer.
"He wanted to change the world."
Barr seemed drunk when he spoke, relaxed and freehand.
Just like leaning against the window in the afternoon and feeling the sun shining on his face, he was ready to receive the warmth.
"So now, Joe Ritz, are you satisfied? Or is your previous joke going to become your real purpose, and you plan to seek death at this moment? In my hands?"
Barr spoke in a tone that drove the other party away, as if a rickety old man was tired of such conversations, and the rising fatigue in his body took away all his energy.
"In the current Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Volusk is not able to sort out all the power like Kanai. Maybe after giving him some time, he can take on this responsibility well, but I am not sure how long it will take.
Maybe a day? Maybe years.”
Joriz revealed a piece of news that the Demon King of Hell should not know.
"What do you want me to do? Go to your holy mountain in person, now that I can't get away from Bulkeso? When courage and hope are there, while you are waiting for Malthael
The winner has not been decided yet?
Stop making trouble, I just want to be at peace and not feel the pain anymore.
Now I'm going to be a guest at your home? Do you really think I will get your hospitality instead of having the experience of being 'killed' in advance?
Joe Ritz, you know, no matter how many things you do for your lover, and no matter how many years later she will know everything you have done for her, she will not be grateful to you!
You just moved yourself. The courage required to accept the love of others is more magnificent than simply giving. If you don't want to believe it, you can consult the stubborn Imprius.
These are what he told me back then."
Barr's figure flashed and returned to his throne.
He paralyzed his body and placed it like a puddle of mud on what was said to be a throne. In fact, it was just a few stones that would not be born in the burning hell and could be seen everywhere in the sanctuary.
The burning hell is destined to be barren!
Just like the high-level heaven is destined to have sweet rain flowing from the spring.
"If you had to choose, who would you rather put you to sleep in? Bulcaisor or Malthael?"
Joriz asked softly, knowing that he was leaning against the light shield of the Burning Hell, and Barr, who was sitting in it, could hear what he said no matter how far away he was.
"Udyssian" Baal said the name.
If he had to choose a person to execute him, no matter how many times Nabal answered the question, he would always have the wisdom to name it!
"He was about to succeed. What stopped him? Guess? Could it be death that all life cannot escape?
Is it the fate of falling at his feet?
Could it be me? Or Lilith? Or even Mephisto Diavolo, Duriel, and Andariel?
Israel, Auriel, Imprius or Tyrael? Or even Inarius, who has fallen at his feet?"
Barr said a long list of names, seeming to be hinting at Joriz in front of him.
He didn't know why he was saying these things to the barbarian in front of him who had made a deal with him.
But that's not important.
Barr never puts too much effort into these unhelpful "answers."
"I don't want to know this. If you really have this kind of talk about sex, can you tell me what to do to make Leiko and Leiko become the same people in my memory again?"
Joriz said softly.
The confrontation in his hand now broke through a sharp corner from the light mask!
The legendary confrontation itself is the most suitable weapon for those who are good at charging.
There was a sound like glass being broken from the light shield of the Burning Hell. The demon army inside, which had been gestating for such a long time and could no longer see the boundaries, followed the source of the sound and turned their sights to that Joriz!
To be continued...