594 The barbarian who brought irreversible damage to the Demon King of Hell
To resurrect a body with Leoric’s power and blood?
This is a very interesting idea!
The creation of the original holy king was not a pleasant thing for Rasuk.
But now he suddenly felt like he had a great inspiration!
A living person whose body is supported by Skeletor's bones?
Wonderful idea!
As for the conflict between the three ancestors over there?
What does that have to do with him being a blacksmith?
Rather it would be great to have those guys get some time to do what they want to do during the fight!
"I am not sure!
But one thing I can guarantee!
If it were just a body, it would transform into a demon the moment it holds the Shadow Fang!
The hammer you used before is the best illustration!"
Leah understood what Rasuk was thinking,
Although she didn't agree with him very much, she had no intention of stopping him.
Everyone is free to try to realize their own ideas and no one should interfere.
If this dream is evil or wrong, then there will naturally be corresponding entities to deal with it.
No matter what you do, only the person who takes action can taste the fruit for himself.
No matter sweet or bitter!
This is what Leah realized in her short life!
Make your choice and accept it!
"I think only your soul can bear this body."
Rasuk ignored the constant swearing from the other side.
Banal kept repeating those words, and Rasuk was almost used to it.
Rather, it is more noteworthy that this berserker did not become crazy after joining the battle.
Perhaps life force has some unique effect on Banal?
"But I'm not going to replace my body."
Leah smiled.
This is just a joke.
She knew very well that Rasuk would not have that idea.
When you ask others to do something, you should at least listen to their opinions.
The first-generation ancestor who just said that he wanted to resurrect all the barbarian ancestors was thrown out.
"Of course, I mean this body is not prepared for you.
It's just that I'm thinking, isn't the thing corresponding to the Shadow Fang the crystal dome on the High Heaven?
One is a weapon and the other is just a giant pillar? Or does it also include part of the gate?
If I put this body into the crystal dome, what do you think would be born?"
The casting hammer in Rasuk's hand hit the iron felt with a duang sound, and sparks burst out.
He was obviously a little excited!
What a brilliant idea!
The body containing the blood of the Nephalem receives the most essential power of the High Heaven and the Burning Hell at the same time. Who knows what will be born?
What if Leoric's lost will was recalled in his body?
Rasuk has done research on the existence of the Skeleton King!
He is very confident that what will appear when the time comes is not the will of the crazy Skeleton King, but the wise king of Khanduras!
Maybe such an existence can make that world a better place?
"I thought all the ancestors put their hopes in Bulcaisso."
Leah narrowed her eyes and looked at Rasuk, as if she was planning to get to know him again.
Why didn't I realize before that Rasuk was a lunatic besides being a little funny?
What an exaggerated idea?
However, this is not at all in line with the thoughts of a barbarian. Barbarians rarely place all their responsibilities on others.
"There are countless people with countless ideas, although I am probably an outlier among the barbarians."
Rasuk smiled brightly.
But from this bright smile, Leah saw the bitterness and the fear hidden under the smile!
As the daughter of the Fear Demon God, although Leah cannot control the power of fear, Diavolo has never been so generous as to leave the qualification to master fear to anyone.
Existences other than him are only qualified to feel fear.
As for Leah, she probably has the ability to feel the fear of others because she once watched the battle of the Great Demon God as a bystander.
"I heard the conversation between Hairab and the others. Are you scared to death?"
Leah's words revealed the fear in Rasuk's heart without any politeness at all.
"Of course! You didn't see that!
You don't know how cruel that is!
Do you think that what Helab said is what Anda Kurgas has experienced?
I am oblivious!"
Rasuk was obviously hit on a sore spot.
When he was young, or when he was still being trained as a warrior, he had high hopes in the eyes of other ancestors.
The ancestors once agreed that even if Rasuk could not reach the level of Volusk and Leiko, it would not be difficult to reach the location of Cassius.
He is also a well-deserved genius.
It's a pity that he saw the bitter consequences of survival and fighting too early!
"I don't know what you were thinking at the time, and I don't want to know.
But the fact that you gave up only means that your heart was not strong enough at that time."
Leah became a little sighing.
The most obvious emotion is disappointment.
Whether Rasuk is a genius or not has nothing to do with her, and Leah doesn't intend to delve into what he has been through.
Of course, Leah had no intention of convincing Rasuk.
Everyone is different, and it is neither polite nor meaningful to impose your own ideas on others.
"I admit it, but now I have a way that doesn't require Bulkesso to sacrifice.
Don’t you have any intention in your heart to try it?
Or do you all want Bulcaisel to be the damn savior?
And then enjoy everything Bulqueso left behind?
And then just lay a wreath on him every year on the day that Bulqueso died in battle?
If that’s the case, listen to me! You’d better make him happy by sprinkling strong wine on the place where he died!”
Rasuk was pouting bitterly, and you could even hear the smell of viciousness in his voice!
"I forgot!
The kind of sacrifice you want the world to require is certainly not like Volusk escaping his soul from the clutches of death,
It won't be like Leiko's sacrifice to death, and she can still keep her soul.
It's even less likely to be the kind of sacrifice Kanai made.
Kanai not only left behind a box, but also his own soul!
Those sacrifices are not difficult for Bulkesso now!
I think he might now be able to chop death cleanly and mess with fate!
But you are still waiting for his sacrifice!
I think there will be nothing left after Bulcaisel makes his sacrifice, right?"
Rasuk's tone became more and more unpleasant, which made Leah's expression become a little ugly.
The things Rasuk said were things she had never thought about before.
Perhaps what is here is that Deckard Cain can say "Hero, please stay", and then persuade the other party slowly and logically.
But Lia was not the last Horadrim.
She had no words to reply.
“How many sacrifices do you know?
How much sacrifice is known from your piles of parchment and books that could fill an entire room?"
Rasuk pulled out the section of keel left by Matthew from under his feet.
Before casting the bones of the Holy King, he needed to cast something to practice his skills.
What better way to warm up than to create a legend?
"I know a lot, but I just learned it from books and words. Occasionally, I heard it from other people's mouths."
Leah understood what Rasuk meant.
It is impossible to understand him without witnessing a sacrifice in person.
Even with the death of Deckard Cain, Leah only sent this noble man on his last journey.
There is no sacrifice in this tragic process.
And her own death, even though it was very pitiable, was never considered a sacrifice.
At least Leah herself had no intention of sacrificing herself at that time.
"I saw the sacrifice of Anda Kurgas.
Maybe I should call it torture."
clang!
The casting hammer hit the keel hard, and tiny cracks appeared on the bone.
Rasuk frowned, he didn't like this result very much.
He had seen Bulkesso forge the Dragon Soul for Karasim, and the hammer that was heavier than his did not cause any change in the dragon's bones!
Either Rasuk's craftsmanship is far inferior to Bulqessor's, or the quality of this keel is not as good as the one at that time.
Rasuk thinks it's the latter.
He did not feel at all that his craftsmanship would lead to misunderstandings when observing the casting process of Bulqueso.
Burquesso's craftsmanship is indeed the best, but it is not much better than other top blacksmiths.
At least there won't be a situation where others can't understand it.
Bulcaisel being the best blacksmith is also related to his strength.
After all, not all blacksmiths can forge materials easily.
"Torture? I can imagine.
But physical torture cannot break a barbarian's will.
Isn’t it?”
Leah was dubious about Rasuk's statement.
This group of soldiers has long been accustomed to being injured. If it were just pure torture, they would not make these guys succumb.
"Huh? Hellab didn't say how long Andakulgas' death lasted!
Are you going to get the answer from me!?"
Rasuk suddenly raised his head, but quickly lowered it again.
He is still forging, and although the initial stage can be completed without full concentration, you still have to keep an eye on it.
It was just his red eyes that made Leah tremble.
【Is that fear and anger?】
Leah wasn't quite sure what that feeling was, but her intuition told her it was these two emotions.
"One year!"
"What?"
Leah didn't hear it clearly, or rather she heard it clearly but couldn't believe it.
"I mean, that torture lasted a whole year!
It was still the Holy Mountain of Arreat!
The Holy Mountain has been ringing with the annoying laughter of the Demon King of Hell for a whole year!
For a whole year, when we look up, we can see that there are more scars on Anda Kurgas' body!
As soon as I opened my eyes, there was blood flowing!
Until later! The blood was gone! Only the foul-smelling ichor fell from Andakulgas' body to the ground!
Then Duriel lowered his head and licked it clean from Anda Kurgas' body little by little!
He is not dead!"
"clang!"
The heavy hammer in Rasuk's hand hit the keel, and the cracks on the keel became much more obvious.
It seems that there may be some problems in this forging, which is like a training session.
Leah couldn't imagine that.
Even at this moment, her mind was completely blank!
"Andalil's venom was poured on Andakulgas' head, causing his hair to fall off little by little.
It flows from the face that can barely be seen,
It poured in from the holes where the eyes were originally, and then flowed out from the hole without the jaw!
Then it flows into the open chest along with the broken bones and dregs!
There is no movement from him!
Not even a tremor came from my body!”
Rasuk gritted his teeth and talked about what he had experienced back then!
When suffering pain, the body will naturally avoid it.
Just like a hand that has been burned will pull back unconsciously.
Perhaps the warriors can let their will overcome their instincts and remain motionless!
No, it should be said that the will of the warriors must be able to defeat the instinct! Keep the body motionless!
But there is still a time when they can be freed from pain!
That is death!
For the gift of life!
Not having to wait until the end of pain is a gift!
but……
"He's still not dead!
I saw him spitting something that wasn't pus, blood, or venom into Duriel's face from a place in his throat.
He is not dead!"
Rasuk's hands began to tremble!
Speaking of the scenes he had seen, his body began to tremble!
"Actually, you haven't given up on being a warrior, have you?"
Leah felt that the previous fear disappeared at this time when she should be most afraid!
At this moment, Rasuk only had hatred in his heart!
I just don’t know whose hatred it is for.
Maybe it's towards the devil, or maybe it's because he hates Andakulgas for why he didn't die earlier!
Or maybe they hate themselves for not having that much power.
"I know, even though the ancestors say that at worst I can reach the level of ancestor Cassius,
But no one can guarantee me that I can be like the immortal king Volusk, so that those demons can only flee from me!
What can the ancestors as powerful as Anda Kurgas do?
As long as you can't stand at the top, facing the Demon King of Hell will be nothing more than a joke!
I have to find a way to give the warriors more power!"
Rasuk finally calmed down a little.
But he was still full of resentment.
"So you chose to be a blacksmith?
But we all know that no matter how powerful the armor is, it cannot make a weak warrior strong enough to face an existence like the Demon King of Hell.
If I put on the inherited armor of Leiko's ancestor, I won't be able to fight Diavolo.
On the path of pursuing equipment, we can see the end point with our naked eyes.
But only the strength of an individual can make heaven and hell retreat."
Leah said this while looking at the hooded Rasuk in front of her.
It's just that even she herself doesn't know who these words are used to comfort.
"I hate sacrifice, and I have never thought about sacrifice.
The only thing that makes me happy is that my death will be painless."
Finally, the hammer in Rasuk's hand was no longer swinging as hard as before.
A series of dense knocking sounds came from the iron felt, like pearls falling on a plate.
“Then why did the ancestor of Anda Kurgas die?
He didn't die even after receiving such injuries, so why did he die in the end?"
When Leah said these words, she suddenly felt a little heat emitting from the Shadow Fang in her hand.
It was very warm, and it didn't reflect the origin of the harsh environment that created the Burning Hell.
Leah suddenly didn't want to talk.
"Why did you die?
When Duriel stabbed his thing into Andakulgas's chest like a cesspool,
Yes, I mean Anda Kurgas's chest is a shithole!
At least it was at the time!
I saw a sword that I, or other ancestors, could never wield in my lifetime!
Although Andacourgas said that Bulkesso surpassed him,
But I still don't think anyone other than Anda Korgas can wield such a sword.
From then on, if Duriel wanted to give birth to those bugs, he could only use his own body.
After that sword attack, Duriel became the joke among the demon kings of hell, second only to Belial.
The joke was just as funny to the other nephalem,
But to us, that's not funny at all!
What a humiliation!”
The hammering sound on Rasuk's hand became more intense.
When Rasuk said this, Leah already understood.
Caused irreversible damage to the Demon King of Hell?
Especially the one who was injured was the one who didn't have much sense in the first place.
Andacourgas finally died.
Leah turned her head and glanced at the melee between the three ancestors.
"Grass mud horse!"
Banal was still yelling wildly, and by the way, he spat in Hairab's face.
Although there were a few teeth and blood stains in the saliva.
Apparently this berserker was hit hard by Hyrab the Conqueror in a certain round.
