Lakanos is much more cheerful than expected, but this does not prevent him from being a devil...
Are there good people among demons? Most likely there are not.
Even Lilith, the mother of the Nephalem, is the same.
Although she was kind to her children, in the end his methods were purely demonic.
This demon shows no mercy when it comes to killing other people.
And Lakanos...
Rakanos, known as the King of Despair, is even less likely to be a good person.
The darkness deep inside this guy is enough to corrupt the entire human race on the planet.
He didn't do this at this time, it was just because he was worried about the powerful people who were also active in this world.
Although there is not much power still existing in the Burning Hell, it is never something that can be underestimated.
As for Gruchak?
Although Rakanos cannot win in a short time, he is not afraid of a barbarian legend.
"Gruchak, when will you wake up?
If you want, I can give you a more beautiful wing than the Wings of Courage.
Although the power of despair is not as powerful as courage, it is definitely not far behind.
More importantly, I can amplify your muscles with the power of despair.
Do you think the Navy would reject such a result?"
Lakanos looked at Gruchak who was rolling on the ground like a gourd and said loudly.
The cheerful King of Despair Rakanos tried to win over Gruchak, who was considered a powerful guy among the legendary barbarians.
Rakanos rarely draws other people to his side, but sometimes it doesn't hurt to do something a little different.
It's just a whim.
“Muscles are meaningless if you don’t build them yourself.
Just like those who got rich suddenly, they did not change their lives because of their sudden wealth.
On the contrary, his sudden wealth changed everything about him.
Such possession is more of a beginning of disaster!"
Gruchak stood up unsteadily and patted the non-existent dust on his body.
This kind of action is more like taunting Rakanos that the previous attack was of no use at all.
"Come on! Continue our fight!
I know you haven't tried your best yet. I heard Bulkesso said about your fighting style.
He's not the type who can see through with a lot of strength!
If you have any other tricks, come up with them!"
Gruchak waved the weapon in his hand.
It's a bit difficult to use this thing with one hand, but for Gruchak, it can barely be done.
The strength of a barbarian requires strength throughout the body.
There can be no guy with strong legs and weak hands.
After all, many of the barbarian's fighting techniques require the use of all the strength of the whole body.
Take Whirlwind as an example.
A barbarian with strong legs will spin faster, but if his hands are not strong enough, the weapon in his hand will fly to nowhere.
Of course, there are also barbarians who can use Whirlwind with empty hands.
But that look is a bit funny... ①
"Then come on, since you want to have a real fight with me.
Then there seems to be no need for me to be humble to you."
Lakanos smiled heartily.
The arm that was directly crushed by Gruchak returned to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although Lakanos' physical strength is not bad, it is not amazing either.
What's really difficult about him is his strong recovery ability.
An opponent who seems to be evenly matched at any time, but this opponent cannot be defeated no matter what.
This long battle process is Rakanos's favorite method of bringing despair.
"The rumors I heard about you from places other than Bulqueso say that your strength is unfathomable.
No matter who sees you, they can only engage in an evenly matched battle with you that never ends.
Then I was directly dragged down by your powerful recovery ability.
Every time I hear this rumor I can't help but think about it.
Aren’t guys like you the best punching bag in the world?”
Gruchak tilted his head and looked at the giant creature in front of him and said.
An unbeatable enemy who will always have the same fighting power as him.
If Rakanos could be captured and taken to the sacred mountain of Harrogas, how many barbarians would like this sandbag?
At least those guys who like fighting will line up one by one to wait for the chance to fight Rakanos, right?
"Speaking of which, the two of us are actually somewhat similar.
You need to decide who is the last one standing in your field to end it.
But my fighting principle is not to let go of my opponent easily when fighting.
Although I never mind how many opponents I have, the fight must not end until one of them dies.
But unfortunately, I will never be the guy who gets killed."
Lakanos' laughter was a bit cruel in its cheerfulness.
If his voice could be turned into a fan chart, you would probably see that each of the two emotions takes up half of the page.
"I know, but you have been defeated by Bulcasso.
If Bulkesso spares time, I will definitely ask him to capture you on the Holy Mountain and use him as a sparring partner.
Anyway, the fighting power you bring out every time is almost the same as your opponent."
Gruchak walked towards Lakanos while talking.
The muscles all over his body were trembling like running water.
This is his unique way of warming up.
According to Gruchak, "Only those who love their muscles can get feedback from their muscles"...
This is probably the only thing Gruchak believes in deep down that is related to occultism.
"Also, have you forgotten the mold of the legendary weapon that Bulcasso made?
Hand of Despair~ Although it can only be said to be a blank slate equipment, in my opinion, only a monk can kill you with it.
Even if you kill just once, you can become a legend by taking the items.
So can you tell me, that thing called the Hand of Despair, is it your hands that were cut off?"
Gruchak mocked openly.
Even if it means provocation and ridicule, Gruchak doesn't like too many twists and turns.
To put it bluntly, this kind of provocation is just a little bit better than Cassius's foul-mouthed war cry.
"Haha, you want to take a closer look at my hands?"
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.
This hammer is more likely to be popular than ordinary legendary heavy weapons.
Even a mage can fight with this one-handed hammer if he wants to.
It can even inspire this kind of power from barbarians!
Destroying enemies can cause the user to enter a berserk state!
This violent state is terrifying enough.
It can be seen as a weakened version of Banal's previous madness.
Speed, strength, and energy operation will all be enhanced!
And this kind of power is brought to every Nephalem by Gruchak!
"Although I usually don't emphasize it, do you guys have no idea that I am a barbarian from the Tagus tribe?
I was born from the Tagus tribe who is good at using anger. Although I believe in the power of muscles, this does not mean that I have no understanding of anger!
It can even be said that I am the one who has gone the furthest in utilizing anger among the barbarians of the Tagus tribe!"
Gruchak laughed loudly, very wildly...
Only by destroying the enemy can one enter the violent state, which is a matter for other Nephalem!
After all, Gruchak's purpose in creating this legend was to allow the Nephalem to kill more demons!
But for Gruchak, who created the legend of Echoes of Fury, he can do anything as long as he is willing!
Lakanos's face became a little more serious.
He understood that he was still being plotted by Gruchak, a guy who didn't look smart.
The previous punch that hurt both sides should have tested the limit of his endurance.
And an injury as severe as the loss of a hand seems to have...not affected Gruchak's combat effectiveness at all!
