Lakanos is much more cheerful than expected, but this does not prevent him from being a devil...
Are there good people among demons? Most likely there are not.
Even Lilith, the mother of the Nephalem, is the same.
Although she was kind to her children, in the end his methods were purely demonic.
This demon shows no mercy when it comes to killing other people.
And Lakanos...
Rakanos, known as the King of Despair, is even less likely to be a good person.
The darkness deep inside this guy is enough to corrupt the entire human race on the planet.
He didn't do this at this time, it was just because he was worried about the powerful people who were also active in this world.
Although there is not much power still existing in the Burning Hell, it is never something that can be underestimated.
As for Gruchak?
Although Rakanos cannot win in a short time, he is not afraid of a barbarian legend.
"Gruchak, when will you wake up?
If you want, I can give you a more beautiful wing than the Wings of Courage.
Although the power of despair is not as powerful as courage, it is definitely not far behind.
More importantly, I can amplify your muscles with the power of despair.
Do you think the Navy would reject such a result?"
Lakanos looked at Gruchak who was rolling on the ground like a gourd and said loudly.
The cheerful King of Despair Rakanos tried to win over Gruchak, who was considered a powerful guy among the legendary barbarians.
Rakanos rarely draws other people to his side, but sometimes it doesn't hurt to do something a little different.
It's just a whim.
“Muscles are meaningless if you don’t build them yourself.
Just like those who got rich suddenly, they did not change their lives because of their sudden wealth.
On the contrary, his sudden wealth changed everything about him.
Such possession is more of a beginning of disaster!"
Gruchak stood up unsteadily and patted the non-existent dust on his body.
This kind of action is more like taunting Rakanos that the previous attack was of no use at all.
"Come on! Continue our fight!
I know you haven't tried your best yet. I heard Bulkesso said about your fighting style.
He's not the type who can see through with a lot of strength!
If you have any other tricks, come up with them!"
Gruchak waved the weapon in his hand.
It's a bit difficult to use this thing with one hand, but for Gruchak, it can barely be done.
The strength of a barbarian requires strength throughout the body.
There can be no guy with strong legs and weak hands.
After all, many of the barbarian's fighting techniques require the use of all the strength of the whole body.
Take Whirlwind as an example.
A barbarian with strong legs will spin faster, but if his hands are not strong enough, the weapon in his hand will fly to nowhere.
Of course, there are also barbarians who can use Whirlwind with empty hands.
But that look is a bit funny... ①
"Then come on, since you want to have a real fight with me.
Then there seems to be no need for me to be humble to you."
Lakanos smiled heartily.
The arm that was directly crushed by Gruchak returned to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although Lakanos' physical strength is not bad, it is not amazing either.
What's really difficult about him is his strong recovery ability.
An opponent who seems to be evenly matched at any time, but this opponent cannot be defeated no matter what.
This long battle process is Rakanos's favorite method of bringing despair.
"The rumors I heard about you from places other than Bulqueso say that your strength is unfathomable.
No matter who sees you, they can only engage in an evenly matched battle with you that never ends.
Then I was directly dragged down by your powerful recovery ability.
Every time I hear this rumor I can't help but think about it.
Aren’t guys like you the best punching bag in the world?”
Gruchak tilted his head and looked at the giant creature in front of him and said.
An unbeatable enemy who will always have the same fighting power as him.
If Rakanos could be captured and taken to the sacred mountain of Harrogas, how many barbarians would like this sandbag?
At least those guys who like fighting will line up one by one to wait for the chance to fight Rakanos, right?
"Speaking of which, the two of us are actually somewhat similar.
You need to decide who is the last one standing in your field to end it.
But my fighting principle is not to let go of my opponent easily when fighting.
Although I never mind how many opponents I have, the fight must not end until one of them dies.
But unfortunately, I will never be the guy who gets killed."
Lakanos' laughter was a bit cruel in its cheerfulness.
If his voice could be turned into a fan chart, you would probably see that each of the two emotions takes up half of the page.
"I know, but you have been defeated by Bulcasso.
If Bulkesso spares time, I will definitely ask him to capture you on the Holy Mountain and use him as a sparring partner.
Anyway, the fighting power you bring out every time is almost the same as your opponent."
Gruchak walked towards Lakanos while talking.
The muscles all over his body were trembling like running water.
This is his unique way of warming up.
According to Gruchak, "Only those who love their muscles can get feedback from their muscles"...
This is probably the only thing Gruchak believes in deep down that is related to occultism.
"Also, have you forgotten the mold of the legendary weapon that Bulcasso made?
Hand of Despair~ Although it can only be said to be a blank slate equipment, in my opinion, only a monk can kill you with it.
Even if you kill just once, you can become a legend by taking the items.
So can you tell me, that thing called the Hand of Despair, is it your hands that were cut off?"
Gruchak mocked openly.
Even if it means provocation and ridicule, Gruchak doesn't like too many twists and turns.
To put it bluntly, this kind of provocation is just a little bit better than Cassius's foul-mouthed war cry.
"Haha, you want to take a closer look at my hands?"
To be continued...