He has always been at the forefront of the battlefield, but no demon has ever attacked him.
It is as if Volusk himself does not exist in this position.
"what is that?"
Tyrrell watched Warusk's footsteps and felt a little strange.
Although Tyrell did not intend to get any news from Baal, he was still looking forward to an answer in his heart.
Will the power that the barbarians have hidden for countless years be revealed?
As the evil group that bears the heaviest responsibility among the Nephalem, the background of barbarians is beyond the understanding of other professions.
“What a surprise, Tyrell, you will lose this round.”
Barr looked in the direction where Volusk was walking.
He probably understands.
The barbarian who was born before Volusk, the barbarian whose name was intentionally or unintentionally hidden!
The barbarian who made Rasma choose to give in at the last moment!
Great Elder! Kanai!
“Kanai!”
Mephisto’s willless shadow shouted out this name!
The power of hatred keeps rising!
“I see! Is this why the barbarians are so angry at what I did?”
Tyrrell's hood trembled.
He couldn't imagine what this would look like if it continued to develop.
At that time, the impact of his destruction of the World Stone may have been more cruel than the noble sacrifice he thought he made!
Kanai's Box was born from Kanai's hands. The archangels once thought that Kanai's soul had turned into the box to provide help to the Nephalem.
But now, all this is about to be revealed!
The soul of Kanai exists on the sacred mountain of Harrogas!
And this "secret realm" may not be as simple as the archangels imagined!
“A bet? You’re going to lose, Tyrell. It’s amazing to me.”
Barr looked in front of Warusk with a smile on his face.
Being able to witness the heritage of barbarians is also something exciting for Barr.
“Awesome? Does the Demon God also have such emotions?”
Tyrell rarely laid his eyes on Baal, his eyes a little wandering.
Fortunately, his entire face is hidden in darkness, so others cannot observe his expression.
"It doesn't matter, you don't have to think about this anymore! Just wait, wait until you give everything you have to Bulcasso, and wait until Bulcasso is ready!"
Barr said this.
The strength in his body is turbulent little by little.
The decision he made was not an easy one. He surrendered his personality and power and banished himself from the peak of the strong to the abyss.
No one would do this willingly.
It’s just that he has no choice!
Worusk has reached his destination, a tomb covered by snow.
There are no other traces on it, it just stands there quietly.
Worusk's eyes were a little nostalgic, and a hint of pain flashed from time to time.
This time there is no Rathma, this time there will not be another damn necromancer to wake this skeleton from its slumber!
Worusk called out his name again, with a strange expression on his face.
This small, small box-like tomb is where the great elder’s bones are buried.
It is not as earth-shattering as other strong men, nor does it have luxurious and vast underground tombs.
There is just a short nest that no one disturbs.
“I thought I would never see you again, Kanai.”
Worusk spoke in a tone as if he was mumbling to himself.
“I have become the immortal king, the most unruly immortal king. No matter now or in the future, there will be no one like me.
The first generation was not as arrogant as me, and the current Bulcasso is not as careless as me.
It’s just that only I know how cowardly the immortal king I am.”
Worusk spoke in a low voice.
Even the rustling of snowflakes can cover up his voice.
“Out of cowardice, one feels angry at everything that brings fear.
Because I am weak, I am in awe of all beings who are stronger than me.
I hate this kind of uncontrollable emotion. Fortunately, there is nothing to remind me of it before I die.
But, is it true that your corpse was not prepared by Rasma in advance?"
Worusk took out the gravel hammer from his waist and held it in front of him.
He never fully showed all of himself from beginning to end.
The creator of the Immortal King set, Warusk is in his most powerful state when he fights with his ancestors and shows the fury of the berserker.
It’s just that he has never shown himself like that on the Holy Mountain.
Which ancestor can Volusk call upon to fight for him?
Gatekeepers like Maddock and others?
They are not qualified yet!
Leiko?
Leiko was powerful enough, but it was long after Volusk's death that Leiko came into being.
When Warusk was active as the strongest warrior, he summoned only one ancestor!
That is Kanai, who is called the Great Elder!
"ha!"
Vorusk let out a small war cry, but his anger was already aroused.
The spirit of Kanai, who had not appeared for countless years, appeared on the tomb little by little!
The barbarian with a kind and kind face and a strong and slender body was sitting on his grave, staring at Warusk with a pair of eyes.
“It’s been a long time no see.”
Kanai's voice is like the afternoon sun, able to soothe inner anxiety.
For a moment, Warusk seemed to be choked up.
Kanai turned his head casually, and was a little surprised after distinguishing his current position.
“I’m here to confirm something with you, Kanai!”
Worusk's tone of voice was a little strange, as if he was trying to cover up his uneasiness.
“You want to summon me out even at the expense of my soul, or in my burial place? So what do you want to know?”
Kanai said with some helplessness.
At that time, the person who blocked Rasma on the sacred mountain of Arreat was none other than the current Volusk!
Facing Rasma, Warusk cannot be said to be powerless to fight back.
But after Rathma awakened Kanai's Corpse Ship, all Warusk could do was to endure hardships.
Until the explosion of the Worldstone!
“Is your body still in this?”
Worusk looked around and talked about him. He pointed at the grave under Kanai with the gravel hammer in his hand and said.
This is not what he wanted to ask.
But when two acquaintances meet, there must be a topic to start the conversation.
“I thought that after I used my soul to bear the aftermath of the Worldstone explosion for you, you called me again for something more important.”
Kanai said with a strange expression:
“What about Bulcasso? Is he now the Immortal King?”
Carnet was not going to answer this somewhat rude question and started talking about Bulcasso.
He had felt what was happening on the Holy Mountain.
A tragedy repeated?
The Great Elder does not like this tone.
“He has become a more powerful being and is not far from the dream of the first ancestors.”
Worusk said this.
Then he did it cross-legged.
“He made a bet with Tyrael, and the price was the person and power of the Archangel of Justice.”
“Huh? What a novel idea. It seems that the box I left behind gave him a lot of help?”
Kanai glanced at the direction of Barr, and continued to ask with some confusion:
“So the Demon of Destruction has looked away?”
“Baal will choose to yield under the power, Kanai!”
Worusk said a little irritably.
Beside Kanai's tomb, a crack appeared in the ground, and a Sinking Demon climbed up from the ground with some difficulty.
“What a familiar little guy.”
Kanai shook his head and said casually.
Then the figure appeared beside the demon in a flash, and the Sinking Demon who had just crawled out froze in place in an instant.
Faced with danger, these annoying little things will always run away screaming. They will only have the courage to come back after entangling a large group of similar creatures.
But facing Kanai with a calm face, he couldn't even make a move.
“You want me to intervene in this battle? And help Bulkatho win back Tyrael’s power?”
Kanai stretched out his palm and gently rubbed the Sinking Demon's head, as casually as he was stroking the back of a house cat.
"I……"
Worusk didn't say the next words, he didn't know how to say them.
He needs the sacrifice of Kanai's soul.
Dedicate all your knowledge, strength, experience and past.
Throw yourself into Kanai's relics, be transformed in the magic box, and then become the purest supplement and be absorbed by Bulkeso.
The cornerstone dug out by Joriz had a great impact on Bulkesso.
Until he conquers his fear, Bulcaisel cannot retrieve it all.
This requires the sacrifice of a strong enough soul.
“This seems to be a difficult thing, doesn’t it?”
Kanai looked at Warusk and shook his head. The Sinking Demon in his hand shook his body, swaying like a cat that was scratched.
“Well, tell me, what else can my soul, which is about to completely dissipate, do for the great immortal king?
Do you need to maintain your existence from the explosion of the Worldstone again?
Or has the situation deteriorated so much that I, a soul without much strength, need to burn everything I have to bring the battle to an end?"
There was no irony in Kanai's words.
He is noble, kind and benevolent Kanai.
An elder who deserves the most respect.
He should appear on the seat in the Elder's Temple, quietly observing every move of the Immortal King.
Style, civilization and splendor!
This is what Kanai, as the Great Elder, should give to the Immortal King.
The noblest one, this is Kanai’s title!
“We need your sacrifice.”
Worusk said a little lowly, and lowered his head unconsciously, like a child who made a mistake facing his elders.
“Look up! Volusk!”
Kanai’s serious voice sounded, majestic and dignified!
“The Immortal King cannot bow his head! There is no such thing as bowing his head in the civilization of barbarians!
Isn’t it just sacrifice?
I have been prepared for this a long time ago!
I will know when I die that there is always something that only I can do.”
Kanai stood up, and the Sinking Demon under his palm trembled and turned into a puddle of minced flesh.
Huge pieces of flesh and putrid blood were scattered over Kanai's tomb.
Sacrifice yourself with the blood of the devil, this is Kanai's freedom and ease.
“It’s just that I am the one who deserves to be sacrificed the most!”
Worusk's voice had a tremor.
Facing the elder who guided him on the path to becoming strong.
There is no longer any hint of domineeringness in Warusk.
Some of it is just sorrow for oneself and longing for the elders.
“Worusk, listen.”
Kanai paused, stretched out his hand and lifted up Warusk's drooped head.
“As the most powerful warrior, the Immortal King should face the most powerful enemy and be the first to die!
But some things must be done by you!”
Kanai said this while looking at Warusk, who was already an old man in front of him.
Just like when Volusk was a child, Kanai continued to impart the knowledge of the barbarians and guide the "young people" who were no longer young to continue on.
“I was prepared, wasn’t I? At least this time I don’t have to protect you from the aftermath of Rathma and the Worldstone explosion.
Now, tell me something specific.”
Kanai’s eyes revealed seriousness.
Life and existence have value only when they have purpose, dreams and hopes.
Only by using existence to find and witness, life will have meaning.
In the center of the city of Harrogas, Bulcaisel closed his eyes.
Watching others sacrifice was something he could not accept.
But there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Just like Leoric.
This is the will of those free souls, and the glory of those who deserve to be praised.
There are always some things in the world that only one person can do, and Bulkesso knows this very well.
He can only go to the end on this road, and then use his own will to let these victims return.
The power of the Creator God.
Burkeso is yearning for this!
Almighty, what a moment to look forward to!
“Bulkess, what do you think is strong?”
Johanna said this as she looked at Bulcaisel who closed his eyes.
She didn’t wait for Bulcaisel’s answer and immediately continued:
“Patience is strong! Perseverance is also strong!”
“If being strong requires a minimum standard, then being strong means that no one can stop you from implementing your will!”
Burkeso's voice rushed into Johanna's mind like a muffled thunder.
Among the Nephalem community, the Crusaders pursue faith.
Monks seek to become one with the world.
The methods and powers of a witcher seeker to kill their enemies.
Mages seek knowledge and truth.
Necromancers seek balance.
Witch doctor pursues knowledge and freedom of soul!
Only barbarians pursue strength itself!
“But you can’t say that patience is not a sign of strength!”
Johanna could not control her emotions while speaking.
This conceptual impact made her a little confused.
Even though the person in front of her is Bulcasso whom she has always admired!
“Strong people don’t need to be patient!”
Burkeso turned his attention to where Kanai was.
The muscles on the body are beating little by little.
He is not strong enough!
Can’t let those people end their “noble sacrifice” yet!
No matter how noble the sacrifice is, it is death! It is the end!
There is nothing worth bragging about in all this!
Johanna was a little speechless.
Facing Bulcasso at this time, she could no longer use words to prove anything!
The strong have the right to speak!
A strong fist is a powerful force!
The truth also needs strength to defend, otherwise it will just be the poor man who is branded as a heretic, tied up with a boulder hanging from his feet, and sunk into the deep sea!
“Is strength the only truth?”
Johanna's holy power is shining.
She wanted to get this answer from Bulcasso.
“Strength is not truth, and strength does not require truth!
But truth needs to be strong!”
Burkeso said and set off!
Even if he cannot prevent the "noble sacrifice", he must at least let the victim get the glory that is insignificant compared to life and existence!
Burkeso walked firmly towards the gate of the Holy Mountain!
Wherever they passed, the ancestral spirits who were armed with weapons and ready to fight stopped what they were doing!
Looking at Bulcasso's body silently!
That is a symbol of a strong body, that is, an unstoppable will!
The road was not short, but Bulcaisu soon reached the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Before the devil's attack, the gate of the Holy Mountain stood firm.
The tightly closed door was covered with traces of attacks.
“Barbarians never refuse those guys and never stay behind closed doors!”
Burkeso said in the most matter-of-fact tone.
The pace never stops!
The gate of the Holy Mountain is open without anyone pushing it!
The three ancestors who were constantly fighting with the demon outside the gate also stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on Bulcaisuo.
They don’t have to kill demons for the time being!
All the demons in front of them seemed to be avoiding the existence of Bulcaisuo, making way for a passable path in the tide!
This is the instinct of life!
Even the devil is not immune to this physical realization!
Even though their will is still full of killing, every piece of flesh and blood that makes up their bodies is trembling! Avoiding!
The undisputed warrior!
The unquestionable strong man!
The awakened siege assault beast is working hard to move its huge body in front.
But his movements were too slow!
Even though he tried his best to avoid it, he still blocked Bulcaisuo’s path!
Burkeso did not stop or draw his weapon.
Not even a war cry was uttered!
The scarred body slammed into the hard carapace of the Siege Assault Beast, and then forced a way out of this terrifying demon!
In the pain of being penetrated through the body, the siege assault beast did not even let out a howl!
At the moment Bulcaisel passed through his body, he slowly fell down.
Such a guy is not even a stepping stone when facing Bulkesso!
There is no need to prove that you are strong!
There’s no need to step on the enemy’s corpse to show off!
Even powerful, there is no need for any modifiers to decorate the flowers and scenery with this essence!
Burkeso has no title!
He is strength itself!
His name is not preceded by any title!
“Madoc, do you remember what Bulcaisel used this gesture for last time?”
Talik put the token of shame in his hand on the ground and leaned on it.
“I can’t remember the last time, but I seemed to be dead by then?
Among us, only Korik has followed Bulcaisu's footsteps and become stronger, so he didn't even have a title when he died."
Madoc said happily.
His eyes are very serious.
The Battle Prophet Mardoc.
This title has always been ridiculed by Bulkesso.
That was not malice, but Bulcaisel kept reminding Madoc in his own way that he should abandon the way of fighting that involves knowing the outcome.
That will only make the warrior further and further away from being powerful.
"Madoc, how come you think it is wrong to follow Bulcaisel's path? He has shown us everything, but we are not as powerful as him."
A ray of light flashed on the Token of Shame in Tarik's hand, and the light enveloped Tarik's body.
As the master of the legend of the Proof of Shame, Talik, who re-created a new legend, was the one who was redeemed in the first place.
What saved him was not the weapon in his hand, but Bulcaisel!
“Don’t talk about being strong if you are dead, we are all losers.”
Colik slammed the Bastin's Power in his hand to the ground with a thud.
A pair of eyes as red as blood!
He is still unwilling to give in!
He was unwilling to just look at the powerful figure from behind, but in this battle that had happened, his unwillingness turned into the deepest helplessness.
How should the dead seek strength?
I can only watch Bulcasso’s figure walking further and further away, becoming more and more lonely!
The last light is disappearing little by little. After Bulcaisel realizes the wishes of the barbarians, realizes Leoric's wishes, realizes the wishes of Leia, Kane, Modan and all the suffering people, he will still
What can be left?
The power of loneliness.
Lightless loneliness?
“Kolic, you didn’t even save Bulcaisel from his loneliness in the end.”
Talik said with some sadness.
“Can Sonya do it?”
Madoc looked at Bulcaisel's back and looked at the figures of the demons who were so intimidated that they couldn't even move their eyes and said.
“Guide? Signpost? How far is Sonya from saving Bulcaisel? You always imagine the impossible.”
Talik regained his composure.
Carrying the evidence of shame on one’s own shoulders.
“Is there no one to take care of the affairs of Orac and Cassius?”
Kelic patted his face hard and said loudly.
Then he yawned very deliberately.
His eyes were red and bloodshot as if he had lacked sleep.
There is a little water stain in the eyes, as if squeezed out from yawning.
“They will stop, no matter how fierce the fighting is, they will stop!”
Talik took a few steps forward and stood in front of the demon.
This will help him continue the fight after Bulcaisel leaves.
“The majesty of Bulcaisel?”
Madoc said casually.
“Because they understand what this battle means to each of them.”
Kelic wiped his face with his hands, his movements a little rough.
…
“Kanai, you will become the strength of Bulcasso.”
Worusk said with wavering eyes.
He couldn't bear to let Kanai do this, but he had to do it.
“That’s nice for a crisp answer, Warusk.”
Kanai walked to Volusk's side, and the two figures stood side by side.
“Look, Volusk, this is where Arreat once was and where Harrogath is now.
Everything here is worth cherishing and sacrificing.
I am honored that this old guy who can only take action once or twice can do something for this holy mountain."
Kanai looked at the scenery in the distance and said.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Baal who was watching here.
“Of course, before I say goodbye, I will leave a little souvenir.”
Kanai has finished saying what he wants to say, and his body is swelling up little by little!
As the great elder, Kanai knew some magic. This power of being one with nature, similar to that of a druid, was the reason why he was able to retain some will and strength at the end.
Now he does not need to maintain his existence.
His power will appear in Bulkesso in another form!
Now he has to fulfill the responsibilities of a warrior!
Kill all threats at the very beginning!
“Forgive me, Kanai. This time we can’t fight together.”
Worusk's eyes were a little wet, so he did not look back.
“Boy, are you worried that I will lose?”
Kanai’s voice is heroic and heroic!
This is a powerful ancestor, a strong man who guided Volusk until his own death.
His life was full of glory, but he was willing to let it all be forgotten!
Barr?
When Kanai was alive, he would not have had the guts to appear on the land around the Holy Mountain!
“I never thought about this.”
“Then let me teach you the final lesson to the young warriors!
What a fight! What a sacrifice!”
Carnai’s voice echoed throughout Harrogath.
Old General Qualkek's face suddenly fell as he was preparing for battle.
“What is this? Are we old guys so unbearable? Are we going to let this ancestor appear?”
Qualkiq said with annoyance on his face.
In his opinion, the appearance of Kanai means that Volusk believes that they cannot bring back victory without fail.
This is an insult.
But in front of Kanai, he couldn't say anything.
“It’s a shame, so we’d better take it to heart!”
Calga gritted his teeth as he spoke. The battle flag in his hand was rolled up a few times and turned into a spear.
“Sure enough, I knew it! Ancestor Kanai was also fighting at that time! Warusk was also fighting!”
Cole raised the Wrath of the Hidden Peak high in his hand and spoke excitedly.
He has always had doubts about the existence of those more ancient ancestors.
Carnai and Volusk both existed on the Holy Mountain, but no news of the two ancestors came out during that battle.
Now all the doubts in my mind are gone.
“Get ready! Battle is never a one-man show! We must make this battle end perfectly!”
Qualkek tightened the mountain-splitting ax in his hand and shouted loudly with a fanatical atmosphere.
There are countless battles waiting for them ahead of them, now get ready to go!
"ha!"
Countless war cries sounded together, exaggerating the pre-war frenzy to the extreme.
On the city wall, Leiko listened to Kanai's voice silently, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
She is alive now.
Kanai’s advice was also addressed to her.
Victory is beyond doubt!
Burkeso is victory!
“Ancestor Leiko, who is that?”
Leike asked curiously.
It is not strong enough to even know the name of the unknown strong man.
“You should know him, and you, remember this name, this will be the last time you witness his power!”
Leiko pointed to a few young people around her and said.
“Kanai! The great elder of the barbarians!”
Leiko's tone was filled with pride.
It's just that she didn't make any modifications before the great elder.
Because ever since Kanai took this position, the Great Elder has always been referring to him specifically.
There is no savage who would not be proud of this name.
Other than Bulcaisu, Kanai is the most trustworthy person.
Leiko doesn’t respect Volusk very much, but she respects this ancestor who existed very anciently!
In her eyes, Kanai is more worthy of being the Immortal King than Volusk.
“Another ancestor whose name I have never heard of.”
Rumlow shook his head, looking at the battlefield outside the Holy Mountain with some sadness.
They are just here as a visitor, as they said at the beginning.
The feeling of powerlessness is gnawing at their hearts.
“Look, it’s begun! The realm of the Demon King of Hell!”
Leiko suddenly became serious and pointed at Baal’s position.
The Demon God of Destruction has begun to expand his own domain, showing off all his power while showing the Demon God's true form!
Groups of air began to sweep over everything around them.
The space that is constantly being shattered presents unspeakable dangers to the place where Baal is.
It is different from the realm where Belial is joking, and it is also different from the darkness shrouded in fear like that of the great demon Diavolo.
Bal’s domain is destruction!
Destroy everything that comes around him!
The waves of azure radiance on Tyrael's body began to compete with each other.
The Archangel of Justice did not expand the realm of justice, but only expanded the image in his heart as an archangel!
Justice is pale, and hidden under justice is Tyrael’s most powerful power!
His justice!
Tyriel’s justice is powerful!
It is the hope of countless people for strength!
The azure radiance formed the hall where the Hammer of Judgment was originally placed!
Tyrrell's figure turned into a huge influence and stood there.
The hammer of justice will crush all injustice!
This advantage in strength caused Barr to pause his actions for a moment!
“Tyrrell, you want to start a war?”
Barr gave Tyrell a cold look.
The body began to expand little by little.
He can grow in size according to his wishes.
And this will not become fragile just because it gets bigger.
Bar is not the empty-faced loser that Belial was!
“I want you to stand where you are and maintain the direction of this bet!”
Tyrrell looked at Barr and said coldly.
He knew he was going to lose this bet. But Tyrell felt excited from the bottom of his heart!
The power of Kanai!
That’s Kanai’s power!
An entity that requires the combined efforts of Rathma and Israel to kill!
For this reason, Israel received that kind of near-permanent damage!
Tyrrell wanted to see it! The desire for knowledge crawled through his heart like a mouse.
What kind of power will Kanai show?
"So, Archangel! Have you forgotten! I am no longer what I used to be!"
Bar roared and absorbed Mephisto beside him into his body.
Two demons merged into one!
The power to fight Tyrael appears!
"This time we are not fighting to match the conspiracy of the higher heavens! This time we are fighting to let you, let the crown of justice be severely removed!"
Baal screamed! The sound wave sliced through everything around him with countless power!
Control the power of hatred with the will to destroy!
Bal is so powerful that Tyrael feels threatened!
“Are you the end of it all?”
Kanai's figure has appeared in front of Barr's eyes.
Completely ignoring Tyrael's presence, he questioned Baal loudly.
Canai has no grudge against the archangel.
The savage never even felt angry or resentful.
He has crushed the hatred of Mephisto for countless years, making Azmodan's body tremble uncontrollably when he mentions his name.
The noble Kanai has no sin! No hatred!
He is so perfect that he doesn’t look like a human being!
“Kanai, I thought that after your death, your soul would appear in the higher heaven.”
Tyrrell greeted Kanai with a slightly unnatural tone.
“Tyriel, I am full of hope for justice.
But this is my last battle, I hope you won’t be the one who disrupts the situation!”
Kanai said this.
Although he knew that there was not much time left to fight.
It won't take long, or to be precise, when Bulcaisel appears in front of him, he will say goodbye to this world forever.
But before that, he had to leave a deep enough memory for Barr.
Dirty things that want to tarnish the white holy mountain with their filth must pay a price!
Tyrell is recovering his own strength bit by bit.
Even in nature where the jungle is strong and the strong eat the strong, there will always be an unwelcome creature.
Those who disrupt the situation will always be attacked by both sides.
The barbarians, who admire strength and fear nature, carry out this point to an almost paranoid level.
Relatively fair!
This is what Kanai wants to get in the last battle!
“As you wish, Kanai, let me see your power!”
Tyrrell silently contained all the leaked power.
A disappointed expression appeared on the face of Warusk, who was watching from a distance.
In his opinion, there is only one Balgen who is not worthy of Kanai’s final battle!
The end of the legend must require the most magnificent performance!
“Ouch!”
Kanai let out a war cry!
That is not a war cry tone that ordinary barbarians would use.
It is as high-pitched as the bark of a stag!
The legend of the Stag Tribe!
The ending of the legend!
Canai!
Bursts of anger rose from the ground!
Kanai, who has become one with the Holy Mountain, has the most solid source of power!
The wrath of Harrogath!
Kanai took a step forward, with two simple tree branches appearing in his hands.
Raised above the head like antlers!
Every step you take on the ground will be accompanied by the sound of passionate war drums!
Every time he lifts his feet from the ground, waves of facial expressions will accompany his charge!
“Kanai!”
Mixed sounds came from Baal's mouth.
At that time Mephisto’s power instinct and Baal’s will!
The field of destruction suddenly opens!
Cracks covered Kanai’s body in an instant!
“Ouch!”
Kanai once again let out a long war cry!
The holy mountain began to echo with his voice!
The loud noise in the terrain that should not echo made the snow on the holy mountain begin to collapse!
Avalanche!
The snow on the tough holy mountains has never experienced such a disaster as an avalanche!
The sacred mountain that could withstand the endless noise of the barbarians showed the wrath of nature!
An overwhelming avalanche appeared behind Kanai!
Defying gravity, he did not hit the ground in a lower direction! He soon kept pace with Kanai's footsteps!
The expansion of Baal’s destruction domain has been blocked!
Facing the wrath of nature, Destruction's performance is somewhat weak.
With a silent collision, Kanai appeared behind Barr!
The avalanche hit Barr like a wave.
This huge demon is unsteady on his feet and staggering!
A huge hole appeared in his chest, and the densely covered pointed feet turned into clouds of blood mist in an instant!
“Amazing!”
Tyrrell's exclamations slowly came out at this time.
The shadow of the Archangel of Justice felt the same trembling!
Even though Baal is an phantom with only partial power.
But the holy mountain at your feet was also briefly summoned from the past time!
Kanai is a barbarian who has been dead for who knows how many years.
Tyrael felt the tip of the iceberg of Kanai's power from this shocking blow!
“If you were still alive, the barbarians would not be where they are now.”
Tyrrell continued speaking after a while.
At this time Baal finally fell to the ground like a giant tree that had been chopped down!
“If he is still alive, then Israel and Rathma are a revenant! Tyrael!”
Burkeso has walked to Tyrell's side, and his hands are squeezed tightly.
Can't tell what is being held in that palm.
But from Bulcaisel's voice, Tyrell felt that familiar trembling feeling.
It was as if Kanai's charge had targeted him!
“I can’t explain all this, mortal!”
Tyrell said subconsciously.
Facing Bulkeso, he felt uneasy.
“Angel, when are you going to hand over your gambling money?”
Burkeso looked at Tyrell's body and did not consciously look at Kanai.
Both he and Kanai knew that the moment the two people's eyes met, the sacrifice was coming!
Burkeso hopes that this time will come later.
But Kanai wants to accomplish things that only he can do as quickly as possible.
“Bulkess, I’m ready!”
Canai's voice sounded, calling Bulcasso.
The thing in Bulcasso's hand began to flicker with light!
“The magic box is named after me, and I am looking forward to the changes it can bring!
Look directly at me now! Bulcaisel!
You are the next Immortal King! How can the Immortal King escape the sight of others!"
Canai sounded with a preaching voice. His slender and strong body walked behind Bulcasso, stretched out his strong palm and pressed Bulcasso's shoulders.