"You are just a hammer!
I just caught one...
I’ll fuck you!”
Bulcaisel originally planned to give an example, but he was stunned for a while and couldn't think of a suitable example to refute Diavolo.
It's just that the movements of his hands couldn't help but become a little rougher.
If we want to talk about complexity, it seems that everyone is quite complicated.
But it's difficult to compare simply. Even Bulcasso didn't understand what he was planning to say at the time.
"Believe it or not, I called Cassius to come over and talk to you!
I beat you! He scolded you! I just want to see if you can keep your so-called simplicity!"
After Bulcasso said this, he felt as if he had said too much.
No matter what form of communication it is, as long as there is communication, it will definitely give Diavolo room to perform.
"You know that Tyrell is dead, but you are not curious about who killed him?"
Diavolo said with a trembling voice.
It's not up to him to decide whether to tremble or not. Everyone will tremble while being knocked and talking at the same time.
Especially since that kind of attack didn't just affect him, his soul was trembling, even when he spoke with his mind, he was trembling!
"Don't be curious, maybe his death is a good thing for us.
Anyway, if Tyrael dies, justice will not die!"
Bulcaisel raised his eyes, and then struck Diavolo's eyes directly with the handle of his left hand.
At this moment, Bulcasso's face darkened.
The traces left behind after the Great God's Spear penetrated it made Bulcaisso understand Odin's fate.
He knew very well that sacrifice would not be avoided, but there would still be some fluctuations when the traces of the victims appeared in front of him.
"Even if I die, fear will not die!"
Diavolo got the answer he wanted and immediately said what he had been preparing for a long time.
"But I can stop hearing your disgusting noises!"
Bulcaisel choked back without any hesitation.
It doesn't matter if you are procrastinating for time or talking nonsense.
"It's just that you're still afraid!
You don't lose your fear, you just seal it away.
But every time you have had fear over the years, it has not gone away. When you are ready to find yourself again,
Do you really think you can survive that violent outburst of fear!?"
Diavolo kept talking.
He didn't lie.
Maybe in other places this demon would not tell the truth, but when these guys talk about the rules they represent, they are always honest.
Maybe it's because this way they can let others know how powerful they are, or maybe it's because it makes them look a little superior.
"How many people have you scared to death?"
Bulcasso said calmly.
The number of people who died of fear must be too great to comprehend.
But could Diavolo remember such a thing?
Forgetting is one of the countless gifts that life receives, but the devil of hell may not necessarily receive this gift.
A guy who can never be forgotten is actually quite miserable. Even if he is alone, he can easily be driven crazy.
What's more, these hell demons are considered madmen themselves.
"I don't know, just like you don't know how many demons you've killed."
Diablo made an analogy.
"Six billion three hundred and thirty-seven million two hundred and seventy-three hundred and ten, including you, there will be one more."
Bulcaisel tilted his head and said.
This is probably a power possessed by the Nephalem, but generally no one would recall such a thing.
Anyway, if you want to know this number, you can get the specific amount just by thinking about it.
"...Are you Nephalem so boring?
Or are you just this boring?"
Diavolo was stunned for a moment before continuing.
In front of those who can't resist him, Diavolo is so powerful that it's terrifying.
But few warriors are afraid of an opponent who is far inferior to themselves on the battlefield, especially when this opponent is no longer qualified to harm them.
At this time, what would Diavolo say in front of Bulcasso?
A bit like a retard.
"If you are interested, I can help you call Cassius over.
I think that guy would probably enjoy the process of talking to you."
As Bulcaso spoke, he casually swung his heavy knife and slapped Diavolo hard on the side of his face.
When fighting others, Bulcaisel rarely used such insulting attacks.
However, in his past fighting career, he did not find that any of these demons still retained something called dignity.
The hit was a hit, and Burquesso thought it felt good this time.
"I felt the fear of the Archangel of Balance before he died!
It’s just that I’m also very curious about why the balanced authority has not manifested itself in this world. It should be said that this kind of authority should manifest its power like justice somewhere in the world.”
Diablo was finally convinced, but not completely, just a little bit.
He suddenly felt that the existence of such a thing as human nature was more like an obstacle to powerful individuals.
At least having seen what Cassius was capable of, he didn't think he would have no reaction when facing Cassius.
That guy's war cry was so exciting that even that madman Andariel couldn't bear it.
"That means there is only one archangel now?
The Archangel of Wisdom, Hope, and Courage, it would be strange to say that there is no conflict between the three of them."
Bulcasso spoke as if he were talking like a leader. It would be more like that if the movements of his hands could stop for a moment.
Of course, Prius and Auriel are the same team, both in terms of personality and the connection between rules.
But courage and hope are both emotional things, and wisdom seems to be something that needs to be abandoned before it can exert its greatest power.
"Malthael? The more you know, the easier it is to be afraid. Although we have become a part of him, I have never regarded him as a huge threat.
I think the idea of ​​the circle of known and unknown is the same when it comes to fear.①
Perhaps the easiest way to defeat Malthael is to have him face me!
When I set foot on the high-level heaven, Malthael might have been hiding in a corner shivering!
My existence is a threat to wisdom and hope!
Only justice can stand in front of me because it has to be done.
But the only thing that can fight fear is courage.
Can you please stop knocking my mouth while I’m talking!”
As Diavolo spoke, the resisting movements of his hands became smaller.
To be continued...