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"It's always like this, I really don't want to see such a scene again."

"You always look like you have something on your mind recently, can you tell me why?"

Johanna glanced in Barr's direction and said.

She clearly felt the expanding power, and with Bourkesso sighing in front of her, this made Johanna want to say something.

"Worry? Who doesn't have a heart?"

Burkeseau glanced at Johanna with somewhat empty eyes.

"It's just that everything has an end, and it's time for this battle to end."

One by one, the broken armors on Bourkessel's body disappeared.

The end of this battle is nothing but an empty and angry barbarian standing in a deep pit and constantly fighting.

"Now, get out of this place, my battle is next."

Burkeseau said without looking back.

The rest of the battle only requires one person to exist, the ruins after an explosion.

There is nothing to see.

"By the way, do you think there will be any recruits who will be able to witness the last moment? I have prepared a generous reward, and I want to give it to that outstanding soldier."

Bourkessel said casually, and Jotun Kuller twitched the corners of his mouth.

"When do you plan to accept Kanai's bequest?"

"Wait until after the explosion, until everything returns to normal."

Bourkessel's figure has gone far.

Taking off his battle armor, he showed his wounds that had not healed.

Walking barefoot on the snow of this snow-capped mountain.

The footprints are very clear, and even the snow can leave the outline of the scar on the sole of Bourkeseau's foot.

"Speaking nonsense. As expected of you."

Jotun Kuhler said with a smile.

Then he turned his attention to a corner.

There was the smell of Diablo over there, which made Jotun Kuler want to laugh.

In the past that appeared on the holy mountain of Arreat in a certain period of time, you can always find a lot of interesting things.

Jotun Kuller understood that Burkesso just wanted to get rid of that **** Diablo first, and then do important things.

The less Diablo knew, the less danger there would be.

So he won't do anything superfluous.

Many things in the world will not be judged right or wrong, but more of the will of "everyone".

Is it correct that everyone does this?

Is it justified to sacrifice one person in exchange for world peace?

Only when the person who sacrificed is himself can it be called justice.

Tyrael doesn't know that.

Fortunately, there is always someone who knows.

"A boring fight? Things are never what you say, Bourkesso."

Jotun Kuller said this.

He didn't care if Bourkesso heard what he said.

But he didn't mean to hide anything.

Johanna and Leah turned their attention to Jotun Kuehler, their eyes full of exploration.

"Don't look at me like this, ignorance is the happiest! Hahaha!"

Jotun Kuller laughed, his voice echoing in the empty snow field.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, sending in a little bit of sunlight and projecting it on Jotun Kuller.

The sun shines a holy light on Jotun Kuller, an ancient Nephalem ghost.

Johanna was a little speechless, Leah just silently thought about the meaning of Jotun Kuhler's words.

……

The giant axe in Qual-Kek's hand slammed heavily on the boulder, and the icy blue anger flickered, making everything around him even colder.

"Barbarians, tell me what exactly you want?"

Barr's voice came out of the stone in front of him unhurriedly.

The end is something that has long been predestined, and even if these barbarians can't end the battle with an explosion, Bourkesso will do so.

It's a good guess.

Burkeseau is such a person.

What I have seen before will be there again, and what I have seen before will be seen again!

This is not the first time Bourkesso has done something similar.

"I can't understand your struggle, and I can't understand what you think noble is in your heart.

Even, I can't understand why you made such a choice. "

Baal felt that the force on the cobblestone was squeezing inward. Obviously, Qual-Keek's approach was different from what he originally thought.

Restricting the direction of an explosion is never a big problem, especially when a barbarian puts his own soul on it.

Moreover, it is only to change the explosion from random diffusion to directional. Even if the explosion cannot be controlled, it will not make this holy mountain that only existed in the past into a bottomless pit.

What Qualkek did was like putting a piece of tape on a crumbling embankment.

It seems to have done something, but it is meaningless.

"Hey! Baal. Humans have never been great."

Qualkek's body began to disintegrate little by little.

The old face fell into pieces like a pottery figurine. The splendid soul should have been exposed under the shards, but on the old General Qualkek, there was nothing behind the shards.

"Of course, there is nothing in the world that can be called greatness and miracles. Everything happens as it should, and everything is beautiful because someone has paid the price for it."

Baal faced a barbarian with a rare calm attitude, and he explained his thoughts.

"What did you pay for? You seem to like beautiful things very much."

Qualkek laughed angrily.

What does a destruction think of a beautiful thing?

He never cherished anything.

"It is the most valuable thing when beauty is destroyed. I have given meaning to beauty. So what have you paid for? Barbarians?"

Barr said so.

Before that, the appearance of barbarians in front of him always gave him a headache.

Those barbarians who howled like ghosts and gods would always attack him with axes, epee, mace, and even broken wooden clubs.

To communicate well? That doesn't exist.

Humans talk to pets not because these little things can understand his inner feelings, but because those little things don't tell other humans what they hear.

It was as if no one would tell the tape recorder what was in their hearts.

In the eyes of the Demon King of Hell, humans are a collection of pets, toys and tools.

"I am part of the price."

Qualkek put the axe in his hand on his waist, and his eyes swept across Lizi, intentionally or unintentionally.

He had seen a lot of a guy who was shivering in the cold wind, with a hollow breath like a corpse.

He has even seen more than one guy who went to the extreme and became a demon's minion in the midst of loss.

But Lizi seems to be a little bit different.

But now Qualkek has no time to ask about that.

"I guess what is your obsession? To see the barbarians flourish again?"

Baal and Qual-Keek were talking through the orb that could explode at any moment.

"So I saw it."

Qualkek said.

There was some surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect Barr to express his long-cherished wish so easily.

At the moment when he saw Raiko's resurrection, when he saw that Bulkessel was only a little bit away from success.

Qualkek had realized that the prosperity of the barbarians was imminent.

He is a savage, he is not very particular about his life, and his behavior is as rude as the cold wind.

It may not be very noble, but he is a hero.

"Seeing that Bourkesso has become the strongest? So you think the strong will win?"

Barr wanted to laugh.

But I don't know what kind of emotion it should be when showing a smile.

Pure Baal is destruction, pure can't hold other feelings.

Barr has nothing but the instinct to live.

Facing Qual-Keek, Baal had a rare conversation.

Although this chat object and himself are about to disappear.

"Because Bourkesso must win, he is the strongest."

There was pride in Qualkek's voice.

When he had met Bourkessel, he had never imagined that this young man with a strange name would one day become the backbone of all savages.

After all, at that time, whether it was Korrick, Maddock or Tarek, all of them already had a great reputation.

When he was a teenager, he became the third ancestor who was strong enough to protect his clan from the tide of demons. No matter how he looked at it, he looked more like a strong man than when he was in his twenties and could only train silently like a wooden stake. .

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Inheriting the name of the ancestors is enough to explain all this.

He is the hope that Harrogath City is struggling to watch.

"Well, today is the day you choose to realize your wish to free yourself, and you won't be awakened again?"

Baal asked, the stone ball began to tremble.

An explosion could happen at any time.

Baal, who was trapped in the stone ball, took a deep look at the ground, and seemed to be mocking.

Where will the ancestors appear after seeing the last wish?

In the hands of Marthael who took away the power of death?

Or become part of the world's nourishment, become part of the world cycle again?

neither!

It will only appear in the "Holy Mountain" as pure energy!

Whether it is the sacred mountain named Arreat that existed in the "past" or the sacred mountain named "Harrogath" under his feet.

The soul of the barbarian will only be the sustenance of these two places.

Provides that little bit of ridiculous and insignificant power.

"You know, the souls collected by the barbarians in the long past have no strength to resist the explosion of the World Stone.

If my peak strength is one hundred, the current Bulkesuo is one thousand. Then you were alive, Qualkek! Just a mere thirty.

How much can you keep with only your soul left? Ten or five?

After you become nourishment, the help you can provide is less than one-tenth, so do you think it's worth it? "

Baal is well aware of the nature of the barbarian holy mountain.

If the Nephalems from ancient times to the present have appeared in the world in the form of souls like Jotun Kuller, then the combination of these forces is almost enough to subvert the burning **** and the high heaven.

But these guys have chosen a similar way one by one, becoming a meager shelter for pure energy supply.

It's like a barbarian feeding a holy mountain.

"Existing for too long is also torture. I'm an old guy, and I should have fallen asleep long ago."

Qualkek answered the question.

The body is broken a little bit.

He originally planned to disappear quietly like this.

He knew very well that the ancestors who still existed would only shout his name and be happy for his rest.

"Are all human beings like this? Or is it just you?"

Baal suddenly had a strong curiosity in his heart.

In his life as a Demon God of Destruction, he has never had face-to-face communication with humans.

In his view, human beings are tools, only part of the goal.

This is the first time he has truly put himself on an equal position to communicate with humans.

There is no arrogance that I have long been used to.

Barr was as peaceful as an old man who watched the sunrise and sunset every day.

"Devil! You are not qualified to question me!"

Qualkek roared like a big laugh!

He had wanted to say this for a long time.

Although what is in front of him is only a part of Baal's consciousness, after the explosion, Baal's body will not know what happened here.

But he just wanted to say it once!

The barbarians have been dreading the Helllord for far too long.

Even if he could attack the demon without reservation and then die calmly, that would not be a sign of fearlessness.

It's just that the path they chose didn't have the chance to back down.

"Why did Lilith make such a choice? What did she see?"

Barr gave up the idea of ​​getting an answer from Qualkek.

The savage's soul has lost its mind.

Being nourishment can only give this holy mountain a little bit of Weibo.

Barr couldn't understand.

"Lilith may have seen fate."

Burkeseau's figure walked nearby.

He started talking after a long distance.

"I saw everything that was destined, or I saw what only I could do."

"Bulkesso? Are you going to let a consciousness know some secrets and die suddenly?"

Balgaga smiled strangely.

He knew very well that laughter like this could make Nephalem nervous.

Jotun Kuhler did just that.

"You won this one, but that has nothing to do with me. Anyway, when you find me again, my strength and personality will become yours."

Barr seemed to look away and said.

He will surrender his everything, which is destined, and has nothing to do with the winner of the gamble.

"Do you want to be an independent individual?"

Burkeseau said abruptly, his eyes serious.

He knew very well what kind of gamble it was!

The slightest indulgence towards the Demon God could lead to a dangerous consequence.

Victims may not be counted in thousands and thousands.

But he was ready to take on it.

Having said that, he finally reached the place where Qualkek dissipated, and picked up the mountain-splitting axe on the ground.

The moment the icy axe touched the palm of Bourkesso, it began to emit a strong light.

Qualkek disappeared completely.

Of course it is.

After realizing his dream, there is nothing to look forward to as a soul.

In other words, it is called rest.

"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm just a part of me, and that's what it is."

Barr spoke out loud, but it just sounded a little funny.

At least some insincere words.

An existence that can think independently will have some selfishness, and selfishness is also part of the instinct of life.

It's just selfishness, but no one has ever publicized it with great fanfare.

"I ask you, do you want to live as a human being?"

Burkeseau emphasized the word "alive".

His body was unnaturally tense, obviously he felt nervous.

Burkeseau was subconsciously tense. Although he did not feel the emotion of fear, he knew that this physical expression meant fear.

Consciously lost fear, but the body still has this instinct.

Burkeseau would be afraid of Baal's answer.

Whether it is an answer of yes or no, the answer itself is something to be feared.

"What do you want from me?"

Barr's tone became serious.

He can still tell if Bourkesso is joking or not.

In front of him, Bulkesso was very serious, just like when he yelled that he was going to chop off the head of the Great Demon God.

The body is tight, but the neck is loose.

The head was tilted slightly, and there was light in his eyes.

"Get a strong man who knows what destruction is, and then replace another destruction."

Burkeseau said so.

He simply stated his reasons. And the reason why he had this idea was Auriel.

From the moment Auriel said that the hope of replacing this world made him resist the malice of this world.

Burkeseau was thinking about what to do.

The guy who controls destruction in this world is the only one who can make Leoric disappear.

Hatred is not so easy to clear up.

Barr is the best choice.

The master of destruction, the purest destruction!

He will know the power to destroy this part better than annihilate the guy who has more power.

"Do you mean to let me be the noumenon, or let me be another existence independent of the name Baal?"

"You will become a human being! Human! Master that part of the power of destruction."

Burkeseau's answer made Barr hesitate.

But now is obviously not a time to hesitate.

The power in the stone ball began to spread continuously.

"I think you should go to the real me and talk about this, Burkeseau."

Baal said so, and then stopped talking.

Facing the conditions given by Burkeseau, he had to admit that he was tempted.

But this feeling made Barr feel the same fear.

The Demon God of Destruction, who has always been proud of his own purity, actually felt that he was bewitched by humans.

It is normal to feel disgusted in the face of novel feelings.

The kinder people are, the more curious they are about sin.

As long as they don't stand in the position of doing evil by themselves, they are always full of curiosity about evil.

And people who are really deep in sin do not treat kindness with the same attitude.

They won't be curious about the outcome of kindness.

Because they know very well that kind people are the targets of their harm.

So Baal was afraid of that thought in his heart!

Only those who do evil are so afraid of kindness, even if kindness is beautiful.

So Barr avoided the topic and just wanted to wait for the eventual arrival.

"Then let's end it. I think Qualkek's approach will allow a few recruits to stay after the explosion to see the so-called truth."

Burkesso stroked the icy blade of the mountain-splitting axe and let out a long breath.

He also didn't know that this was the first time he sighed during this period of time.

Barr didn't answer.

Then the giant stone began to emit a lot of power as if he had received an order.

……

Cassius just stood opposite the hammer, shaking his neck as if intending to rush to fill his fists in the state of his soul.

As for whether it was a violation, Cassius didn't care much.

As long as no one saw it, no one would use this as a reason to attack him afterwards.

Those savages who can fight him will not be bored to fight him for it.

This is not a conflict of ideas.

"Squeak~ Cassius!"

Rolling Hammer made a sound out of nowhere, chanting Cassius' name.

This made Cassius suddenly a little nervous.

The big devil, Roller Hammer, has never had a record of taking the initiative to talk to anyone.

Unusual things certainly caught his attention.

"Hammer, what's the matter?"

Cassius broke his fist, but this time there was no sound of bones rubbing.

Obviously, Cassius was a little confused.

"What is the purpose of our awakening? To fight you again?"

The sound of the hammer is very in line with his body image.

The stone-like tone made the hammer look a little stupid.

"What? As a demon, you don't want to smash anything? Instead, you started to think?"

Cassius took a step back, so that he could better see the whole picture of the hammer.

Many legs, each one hard and thick.

There are some dried bloodstains on the stone, like pulp.

From the appearance, this hammer is very good at taking care of its own body.

"My people keep dying, and so do I. After dying, I have to come back to life and continue to die. Is the devil's destiny just to die?"

The hammer carried some strange sadness.

This kind of question made Cassius feel a little swollen.

"You're right, the devil's destiny is to keep dying. Just one thing is wrong. You don't have to come back to life and continue to die after you die, but you shouldn't appear in the first place."

Cassius pinched the center of his forehead and said irritably.

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Cassius' small brain was heating up. Thinking about such difficult things made Cassius, who was used to reasoning with his fists, blushed.

"you are wrong!"

Rolling Hammer shouted irritably.

This time the sound was like a landslide.

"I gave you a face!"

Cassius roared, the center of gravity of his body suddenly dived, and he rushed out in the direction of the hammer.

Cassius is not so unfamiliar with doing thought work.

After all, he used to be the chief of the Big Bear Tribe, coaxing children and giving directions to young warriors.

But for the psychological counseling of the devil, his brain capacity is not enough.

Cassius' fist slammed **** one of the thick legs of the mill hammer, making a sound like a mountain opening.

The fist stopped on the hammer's leg, and where it was hit by the fist, a circle of regular cracks appeared.

That fist is really ugly.

Huge and rough!

The scarred fist felt a little swollen.

"Humans have never considered what the devil will think!"

Rolling Hammer furiously raised a row of legs and slammed it down towards Cassius.

No matter how powerful the demon of the Earth-beater race is, it is difficult to get rid of the disadvantage of slow action.

So they made up for this with a wider range of attacks.

"I X! You are a pure X!"

Cassius let out a battle cry!

His body jumped to the side, and his hand kept hitting hard!

"You are wronged! How many humans have you killed? Now complain to me that humans don't care what you think? Let me tell you, humans care! Care if you want to kill them!"

Cassius' roar was a bit sharp!

Facing a demon who blamed humans, Cassius was about to lose control in his rage.

"Devil is also life!"

"It's you XXXXX! I'll take you to fight!"

The roar of the hammer and the foul language of Cassius sounded at the same time.

The huge fist slammed heavily on the hammer's leg from bottom to top!

"Crack!"

Cassius' bone was broken, and a crack that was spreading and expanding appeared on the opposite side of the hammer's leg.

The hammer staggered back several steps, those sturdy legs seemed to be completely useless.

It doesn't matter whether the devil is life or not!

But in the hearts of humans living in the battlefield of Sanctuary, the devil should die!

Even if there are so many cultists who have been driven crazy, whose fault is that?

Isn't this the devil's fault!

Demons don't need to compete for the living space of shit!

They have the vast territory of the Burning Hell that has no borders!

Angels are the same, they don't need a little place like Sanctuary at all!

The high-level heaven is also endless!

What did humans do?

But do you simply want to live honestly in this crack! ?

Cassius has experienced the migration of barbarians!

The kind that has no food, no shelter! All that's left is endless hunger and a steady stream of demon troopers!

Pity the devil?

Even the idiots of the cult won't show mercy to the devil!

Mighty, sturdy. A powerful demon whose body can kill countless ordinary people needs no mercy at all!

"Casius, you're out of the game long ago."

Raiko's voice suddenly sounded.

Apparently, she has finished dealing with the things on the city wall.

Either that old stubborn Olak finally planned to change his mind, so he took over his original responsibilities.

"So what? There's a thinker among the demons, and it's called a hammer! So I'm going to argue with it!"

Cassius turned his head and yelled at Rako.

Completely ignoring the fact that Raiko is far stronger than him now.

In normal times, Cassius probably wouldn't speak to Raiko in this way.

After all, Raiko's temper isn't that bad.

"Thinker? Cassius, your joke is really good."

Lecco glanced at the hammer, as if she wanted to see a little bit of thought-related things from this stupid looking demon.

"It's even more hilarious! The thinker grinder thinks that humans have never tried to understand the devil's mind! I'm dying laughing!"

Cassius roared loudly, and threw the broken arm and rushed out in the direction of the hammer!

The broken arm was swung around, hitting the back with a snapping sound.

Then Cassius' charge was held back by Recko.

The not-so-beautiful hand rested on Cassius' shoulder.

Facing a resurrected Raiko who could show all her strength all the time, Cassius had no chance to struggle at all.

"That's funny! So I've always been better at reasoning than you, Cassius."

Raiko patted Cassius on the shoulder, then walked towards the front.

Violation?

What violation?

Who saw it?

The referees have all left, and the outcome of the battle is already doomed.

Where are there any violations?

If there is anything the demons don't agree with about this ending, Reko welcomes their reasoning.

Cassius' face was blue and white, and he could only mumble unwillingly, then grabbed his broken arm and put it around his neck.

This kind of injury has to be seen by Mara. Casually dealing with this kind of bone injury will lead to sequelae.

Although Cassius is a soul, of course it can be said to be a dead ghost...

The injury needs to be dealt with by a professional person, and it is only done when there is no way to deal with it by yourself.

As for Cassius's small brain capacity, 80% of it was used to record all kinds of swear words...

The remaining part still needs to record some familiar people and things, and the remaining part is not enough to record medical things.

"Leko, I still remember that when you were reasoning, there seemed to be a process? First one charge and hammer, then two charges and hammer?"

Cassius asked unwillingly.

"what?"

Raiko stepped on the top half of the hammer, then turned to look at Cassius and asked.

"Well, you are better at reasoning than I am."

Cassius disappeared in a flash.

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When facing Raiko, Cassius was always at a loss...

After all, he was struggling to face Canuck's mad bull, let alone Raiko, who was good at reasoning.

The feeling of being beaten has never been good.

"By the way, I hope you can make Rolling Hammer deeply remember this truth in your heart!"

In the end, Cassius only left this sentence with a little echo.

And behind a wall, Constantine was walking deeper down a narrow passage.

Constantine had already understood the final result of this battle from the barbarians who kept screaming during the battle.

Now, in order to prove a guess, he intends to be the last person to survive in this "secret realm".

And behind him, Bruce Wayne followed Constantine without making any sound!

Both of them had something they wanted to prove, so they made similar moves.

This secret passage was the hiding place for the weakest children and the elderly when the battle broke out.

The depth of this place has reached the deepest point, at least after Arreat became a deep pit, it still maintains its original appearance.

Therefore, there are only the skeletons of barbarians trapped in the depths.

There is anger and fear in it.

But there is no "glory" that gives birth to a warrior.