Really, please trust me a little bit."
Konstantin smiled and approached Gruchak's side.
"I just want to ask what that guy means..."
With a flattering smile, Constantine took out his favorite Silka cigarette from his pocket, and then respectfully put it into Gruchak's mouth.
Then with a very dog-legged gesture, he lit the lighter and Stick Gruchak lit the cigarette.
"What's the meaning?
What he means is that we and the world are in big trouble."
Gruchak tried to take a deep breath and then said.
Then he waved to Mocott.
"You bastard, am I the first person you want to knock down at this time?"
Mocott cursed and walked up to Gruchak, holding Wu Ming tighter in his hand.
"Sometimes I wonder who is from the Tagus tribe between you and me. Aren't you born from the Storm tribe?"
Gruchak laughed, very heartily.
"Yes, but I have been hanging out with you for too long.
From the time I was alive until the time I died, I was always hanging out with the bastards from the Tagus tribe.
It's always like this, every day I'm in the company of guys like you.
So I used to be very quiet."
Mocott reached out and took out the half-burned cigarette from Gruchak's mouth.
Then he put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.
"Let's do it, seriously.
It's not that I don't want to see the future built by Bulquesso, but I really don't intend to stick to it anymore.
Gruchak, I want to ask you now, are you ready?
If there is anyone under the Demon King of Hell who can truly defeat you, it is probably that guy.
But now, you are just an ancestral spirit, and he still exists.
I never thought that that guy's recovery was actually led by Malthael.
It’s really ridiculous!”
Gruchak threw the burned out cigarette with only the butt on the ground.
At this time, Mocott's somewhat old face finally looked a little more relieved.
"Isn't this the case before?
Neither archangels nor demons can tolerate our existence.
At this time, the appearance of that guy may be the best opportunity.
No one who can defeat him can take action, so he has to leave it to me."
Gruchak looked at the eyeball in his hand that no longer contained Lucien's soul.
Then he clenched his hands with a contemptuous smile and completely crushed the amber eyes here.
The crumbs were like dust, and the crunching sound when broken sounded like a vicious curse.
"After all, only you understand despair, and only you can turn a blind eye to despair.
When the moment of your death arrives, you will be completely surrounded by despair.
I didn’t expect that I would have the opportunity to stand in front of that guy after you died, but this time I won’t face it with you.”
Mocott smiled.
Then he stretched out his hand towards Gruchak.
"Excuse me, who is the guy you are talking about?"
Constantine suddenly squeezed in between Mocott and Gruchak and asked loudly.
His eyes were full of curiosity, and perhaps some unknown calculations.
"Lakanos, the King of Despair.
There is no king among the seven demon kings.
He is also the only demon besides the Seven Demon Kings who is qualified to wear a crown on his head."
Mocott said in the calmest tone.
Then he pushed Konstantin aside from between him and Gruchak.
Rakanos, the King of Despair, is the master of the Plains of Despair in the Burning Hell.
Once the jailer of Yizuel and the tormentor of Inarius.
A demon who serves Andariel.
There are different opinions on whether Rakanos is as powerful as the Seven Demon Kings.
But Lakanos is definitely stronger than Yizuer and Ozil, no one will doubt this.
When Yizuer was captured by the demon kings of hell, he was placed in the Plains of Despair almost without any discussion.
And Lakanos, without any pressure, crushed Yizuer, who never gave up resistance.
Even after Izul became a Freezing Demon, Rakanos was still able to easily defeat Izul.
The existence of Rakanos was also an important factor in the corruption of Yizuer.
Despair, a terrible force!
Even Diavolo has no chance of commanding Izual.
When the great demon arrived at the high-level heaven, Rakanos appeared in the Crystal Sky Corridor.
No one knows when he arrived at that place.
No one knows why Rakanos, who had never left the Plains of Despair before, left the Plains of Despair.
Perhaps he saw real despair in the high-level heaven at that time, so he appeared there eagerly...
It is said that every desperate being can see the figure of Rakanos at the end of his life.
And perhaps no one among the Nephalem has experienced despair for a longer period of time than Gruchak.
"Send me away, I have given everything I have.
He has passed my inspection and is worthy of trust."
Mocott said to Gruchak a little eagerly.
"Really, who spread the rumors?
I have never liked carrying coffins to the funerals of those legends."
Gruchak sighed, then stretched out his hand that had not yet cleaned the ashes and squeezed Mocott's hand tightly.
Between the two ancestors, bursts of light flickered.
From Gruchak's body, the pair of light wings burning like flames slowly opened.
The flame-like brilliance wrapped around Mokete's body, turning into a coffin that shimmered with brilliance.
Mocott's hand loosened up at some point.
Mokot closed his eyes with a kind face.
The originally strong body was withering little by little and becoming shriveled.
On the coffin transformed by the power of courage, a golden cup was slowly filled with blood.
That is everything that belongs to Mokot, the blood of the Nephalem that belongs to this barbarian who has mercy but has to remind himself to abandon mercy.
"Boy, drink it!"
To be continued...