The heavy blade in Rakanos' hand was filled with black energy.
These are just some signs that he is preparing for battle.
Just like the anger of a barbarian turns into rage when he is furious.
Not only does the barbarian's anger leave traces on the surface of the body, but other Nephalem do the same.
It's just that the differences displayed by other Nephalem are a little more subtle.
The inner strength of monks rarely appears, but clues can be seen from their mental state.
After the internal energy surges to a certain level, the will of the monks will affect the world around them.
It creates a feeling of distorting the surrounding space.
As a demon hunter, after the energy is pushed to the limit, the murderous intention will gradually take shape.
This is also the preliminary preparation needed for their revenge state.
For all Nephalem except the Necromancer, their transformation forms are not available anytime and anywhere.
Instead, some other conditions are required.
For example, barbarians, they need anger!
But at this time Gruchak was angry enough.
His muscles began to swell again, and two rather small horns appeared on his head.
Compared to Bulcaisel and Sonya's ferocious horns in the berserker's rage state, Gruchak looks a bit cute.
But the muscles that were even more exaggerated than before made him look more like a demon from the burning hell.
"Can you transform?"
Rakanos had no particular emotions about Gruchak's transformation.
It's not like he has never seen the wrathful attitude of a barbarian.
Lakanos just didn't expect that Gruchak, who was even legendary to be full of muscles, could use the fury of the berserker.
"Talk nonsense!"
After Gruchak snorted, he walked directly in the direction of Lakanos.
The distance between the two people is not far, only a dozen steps.
Gruchak walked out of a world that felt like a world away!
The huge body like a mountain of meat was filled with anger and walked towards Rakanos who was holding two heavy blades.
The thick flesh on his face almost made his eyes disappear.
"There's actually no point in killing you.
After all, even if you die, no one will feel despair.
This is very meaningless.
It would make more sense to me if I could kill Bulcaisel.
How many of the barbarians who have lost their immortal king will feel the presence of despair?"
Lakanos watched Gruchak walking towards him, his eyes twinkling.
He didn't lie, this was what he really thought.
But Te also knew very well that he was no match for Bulqueso.
"You only know your pattern.
despair?
Let me tell you, when you are a guy who collects and spreads despair, don't think about so many weird things!
Even though there are countless despairs around you that you can collect, you still want to attack the Nephalem?
Are you stupid?"
Gruchak had already walked up to Lakanos.
After saying these words, he stood up and kicked Lakanos on the waist.
Jump, then catch the force of the jump and kick.
This is a wirea flying kick!
In a battle between humans, a blow of this magnitude is enough to end the battle.
But in the battle between humans and demons, this is probably just the beginning.
The question of whether the devil is harmful has been put on the table of the mages of Xiansai Academy.
In the end, the answer the mages came to was no.
The method of killing a demon is basically to completely consume all the opponent's vitality.
Therefore, launching an attack at a seemingly weak location will only affect the demon's combat effectiveness.
Rather than letting them die directly.
"bump!"
Lakanos rolled twice on the ground.
Gruchak's strength is somewhat unbearable even for a guy of his size.
"But I am a devil. Devil attacks devil?
Although it's not impossible, it's just dividing up what the Burning Hell has given us a long time ago.
The Nephalem are completely unfamiliar interests to the Burning Hell.
If it were you, what choice would you make?"
Lakanos didn't seem to care at all about his embarrassing tumbling before.
He slowly stood up again and casually dusted off the non-existent dust.
The Plains of Despair stretch as far as the eye can see, but now only despair remains.
Even the dust gradually became something that could not be found.
"Gruchak, what are you fighting for?
Where do you plan to go with your life?
What does your existence mean to this world?"
Lakanos looked at Gruchak who started walking towards him again, and said faintly.
These demons who are good at corrupting humans are like philosophers.
Perhaps it's because they can't let the other party be corrupted according to their needs without deceiving the other party into a fool.
This change is very ridiculous, but it is also very tragic for humans.
“Fight to kill the devil so that we can cultivate the land!
My life will only lead to death, even if I am already dead!
The meaning of my existence to this world is to kill you demons so that I can farm the land!"
Gruchak answered Lakanos' question word for word.
Then he stood in front of Lakanos again.
He stretched out his thick arm and directly grabbed Lakanos' wrist!
Although there is still a huge difference in height between the two.
But Gruchak and Lakanos looked at each other at this moment.
Lakanos's eyes were full of interest, while Gruchak's eyes were cold and ruthless.
In this eye contact, the barbarian seemed to have exchanged identities with the devil.
The next moment, blood burst out from Gruchak's body!
To be continued...