An ugly smile appeared on Lakanos' face.
If you look at this guy's appearance from a distance, he is one of the few exquisite and handsome guys in the Burning Hell...
But once you get too close, it looks like there are pixel-like monsters everywhere.
The demons in the Burning Hell are all very ugly...
Even those succubi aren't really that pretty...
"Let me show you!"
Racanos stretched out his newly healed hand.
The heavy blade in his hand now fell into Gruchak's hand, which actually made his hand free.
"A meat ball?"
Gruchak squinted his eyes, as if he was looking down upon him.
"look carefully."
As he spoke, Lakanos also took two steps forward, seemingly intending to allow Gruchak to see more clearly.
"Fuck!"
Gruchak saw it clearly this time.
The top of the meat ball is not round...
It was numb, and there were quite a few bumps waving in the wind...
If you look closely, you will see that those raised things are the little hands of countless people...
"You are using the souls of people who died in despair to do this?
What are you going to do with these hands? Are you disgusting?"
As Gruchak spoke, the heavy blade in his hand directly slit Lakanos' throat.
The injury that almost cut off half of the head appeared on the body of the King of Despair.
"Aba Aba~hehe~"
Lakanos's mouth moved, and he made a sound that had no meaning on his face.
After his throat was separated, air would continue to leak, making his voice sound strange.
"Ahem!"
Lakanos's wound healed again in the blink of an eye, and after coughing twice, he looked indifferent again.
The despair and frustration that Rakanos brings to his opponents in this way is still very strong.
A monster that cannot be killed is not something that ordinary people can face.
"Actually, this is the price you want for the hand of despair.
My hands were not originally shaped like this."
As he spoke, Rakanos swung his heavy blade and struck down at Gruchak.
After a loud noise, Gruchak crawled out of the hole in the ground, cursing.
His body was not injured, but the ground could not withstand such a degree of collision.
"Understood, because you are not dead, so the Hand of Despair is just a blank slate equipment that looks like a legend?"
Gruchak twisted his neck and stretched his spine in a very unhealthy way.
"If I kill you, will that thing truly become a legend?"
As Gruchak spoke, he punched Lakanos in the abdomen with all his might.
People who fight with fists will inevitably have wounds on their hands.
When this punch was struck, Gruchak's strange muscles contracted suddenly.
Anyone who is a warrior can see how much strength he used this time.
An ordinary person might break his or her hand bones by punching something hard without hesitation.
This has been proven by fathers who help their children with their homework.
And Gruchak's punch hit Lakanos's abdomen, and the recoil caused Lakanos' fist to collapse!
And Lakanos's back directly opened a huge hole that is enough for ordinary people to crawl through!
"It's really exciting."
Lakanos stretched out his hand to dig out the hole in his stomach, and then glanced at Gruchak, whose expression became a little ugly.
"How is it? Do you feel hopeless?
Don't rush to deny it, I can already smell the frustration on your body."
Lakanos said with a smile.
The hole in the abdomen was instantly filled with black mist, blocking Gruchak's sight.
Gruchak didn't hold anything back with this punch, and it could even be said to be the heaviest punch he could throw with his bare hands.
But it seems to have no effect at all.
"I don't believe that your body is incapable of physical attacks.
Bulkatho doesn't have magic either, but he can chop off your claws.
This shows that you are not the kind of thing that is completely immune to injury."
Gruchak shook his palm, whose bones were broken into several pieces. The palm was soft, like a ball of rotten meat.
From the open wound on the fist peak, broken bones and rotten flesh can still be seen flowing out.
"You can no longer use my heavy blade properly like this.
Aren’t you going to use a different weapon?”
Lakanos said with a teasing look on his face.
"How unlucky to meet such a thing like you.
I haven’t used this weapon in years.”
Gruchak spat on Lakanos' body...
Although no one knows how he uses this body to spit out such things.
Maybe it’s because I ate some unclean demon cow meat before, and I don’t know how long it’s been there?
As he spoke, Gruchak took out a hammer with red light all over his hand!
Both ends of the hammer are in the shape of pointed cones, with a spike at the top.
This thing looks ferocious enough, and even a little pretty.
"Reverberation of anger? This legendary burning hell has never found the creator of the legend.
But just those imitation things have given us enough headaches.
Is this the legendary weapon you created?"
Lakanos's expression became a little more serious.
A legendary barbarian who has created skills that turn into barbarian talent skills is very difficult to deal with.
But it's not incredibly difficult.
Among the barbarians, the strength of the barbarians who have created talents is slightly higher than those of the barbarians who have created legendary weapons.
After all, skills are engraved in blood, but weapons may not be around you.
But a barbarian who has created two legends is in big trouble.
So far, there is only one such guy, Gruchak!
Echo of Fury is not a heavy weapon that barbarians like.
It's a standard one-handed hammer.
To be continued...