"So you're going to give Volusk a chance to explain?"
The first generation ancestor said with ridicule.
"If it were me, I would have used a stronger weapon for that blow just now!"
The first generation ancestor looked at Bulcaisuo with a very strange look, as if he was a little dissatisfied.
"The authority of the Immortal King needs to be maintained, but not in this rough way!"
Bulcaisel's brows furrowed.
"Are you going to use words to convince Warusk to admit his mistake? You and I both know that these things in his mind must be done.
How do you get someone to deny a career that you’ve given almost everything to?”
The first generation ancestor almost laughed.
"He must die, but now is not the time."
Bulcaisel had no intention of explaining.
It's as if Warusk didn't tell the people in his plan about his plan before taking action.
None of the Immortal Kings are easily persuaded!
At this point, they will just move forward stubbornly!
If the Nephalem's career was like a sinking ship in the past, then the Immortal King will take the ship to crash through the ground and continue to sink!
From the moment the Nephalem were born, there was no turning back!
"Come on, let's fight.
I don't need an opponent to make everyone remember my greatness, nor do I need a heroic sacrifice to make everyone remember me.
I should disappear, I was already ready to disappear the moment I made my choice!"
Warusk directly pulled out the internal organs outside the belly, and then allowed the wound on the belly to continue to heal.
This will at least not affect his performance in the next battle!
Bulcaisuo's face turned ugly, and then he looked at his shadow.
"Don't look at me like this. When you divided your soul, you didn't tell me that I was doing it."
Bulcaisel's shadow said with arrogance.
"Shut up, I'll do it myself."
Bulcasso felt a headache looking at his own shadow.
"Now, Volusk!
We can at least choose to change the battlefield!"
Bulqueso said.
A battle between two immortal kings on the Holy Mountain is definitely not a good choice.
Even if everything in the Holy Mountain is strong enough, this level of fighting will destroy the environment of the Holy Mountain.
There are not many battlefields in this world where the two immortal kings can exert their full force.
"I hope it's in a higher heaven."
Warusk grinned.
"Unfortunately, I choose burning hell."
Bulkesso looked directly at Volusk's almost crazy eyes and said.
"Bulkess, although I know you have already thought about it.
But when the origin of fear returns to the Burning Hell, it will be easy to get out of trouble. I don’t think that after you solved Lilith’s consciousness, it was just to let the Burning Hell breed a fear demon again."
Li Min was a little nervous.
The existence of the Dread Demon is still the Nephalem's greatest opponent.
How powerful fear can be depends to a large extent on how severe the fear itself is in the person facing it!
"I need to kill the Dreadlord, but I can't make the fear go away.
Unless you think it’s a good thing for everyone to lose their fear.”
Bulqueso said.
Li Min had no way to refute these words. The existence of fear is not without value.
Especially since these words came from the mouth of Bulcaisel, who had sealed his own fear.
"Ha! I heard good news."
The teasing look in Volusk's eyes made the first ancestor a little unhappy.
Lilith's will has been defeated, which is of course a good thing for the Nephalem.
But for the first generation ancestor, this matter was to kill his mother in front of him...
A little embarrassing.
"Lilith's will has just been defeated, but what we have to do next is even more important!"
Bulqueso said.
"What could be more important than taking a moment to give Volusk his wish?"
Hailab said on the side.
He still stood where he was, even though Bulcaisel was already standing in front of him.
"Make the devil disappear."
Bulqueso said.
"Do you have any idea?"
Li Min was also surprised by this.
The Nephalem have tried for countless years to make the demon disappear completely, but they have never come close to success.
This is not an easy thing, it is even a bit fantasy!
"The Shadow Fang is still under my influence. I think this is a good opportunity, at least worth trying."
Bulqueso explained in desperation.
"I can't wait any longer. Just like the first ancestor said, don't stop when you attack me."
Warusk said very seriously.
He no longer had any curiosity about Bul-Katho's plans, and no longer had any expectations for the Nephalem's future.
Even if Bulcaisel said that he would try to end the existence of the Burning Hell!
"If I were in your position, I would attack without hesitation when I see the barrier outside the Holy Mountain.
Bulkesso, you are different from me!
The holy mountain should exist based on the existence of the barbarians, not because the barbarians exist because of the existence of the holy mountain!
When the barbarians were first born, there was no mountain that was called a holy mountain!"
Volusk begins to march!
Most of his injuries have recovered, and this time his target is Bulkesso.
Even though Bulkesso didn't hold a weapon in his hand, this did not prevent Volusk from launching an attack!
He knew very well that Bulcaisel was powerful, even if he didn't seem ready to fight, even if he was unarmed!
Barbarians like Cassius and Hyrab, who fought with bare hands, were also defeated by Bulcasso in their own areas of expertise.
If someone said that he was blown away by a sneeze from Bulqessor, Warusk would choose to believe it!
"Then come on, I should give you a little respect at the end of your existence, for example, let you die in a place you are familiar with."
Bulcaisel sighed and then prepared for battle.
To be continued...