Dark Savages Come To the United States

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

"You always look worried recently, can you tell me why?"

Johanna glanced in Barr's direction and said.

She clearly felt the ever-expanding power, and Bulkelso sighed in front of her, which made Johanna want to say something.

"Things on your mind? Who doesn't have anything on their minds?"

Bulkelso glanced at Johanna with somewhat empty eyes.

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

The broken battle armor on Bulkelso disappeared piece by piece.

The end of this battle is nothing more than an empty and angry barbarian standing in the pit and fighting continuously.

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

Bulkeso said without looking back.

For the rest of the battle, only one person is needed, the ruins after an explosion.

There is nothing to see anymore.

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

Bulkelso said casually, and Jotun Keller twitched the corners of his mouth.

"When are you going to accept Kanai's bequest?"

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

Bulkelso's figure has gone away.

He took off his battle armor, showing his unhealed injuries.

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

The footprints were very clear, and even the outline of the scar on Bulkelso's soles could be left on the snow.

"You're talking nonsense. As expected of you."

Jotun Kuller said with a smile.

Then focus on a corner.

There was Diablo's aura over there, which made Jotun Kule want to laugh.

In the past that appeared on the sacred mountain of Arreat in a certain period of time, many interesting things can always be found.

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

The less Diablo knows, the less danger there will be.

So he will not do any unnecessary things.

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

Is it right for everyone to do this?

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

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

Tyrell didn't know that.

Fortunately, there is always someone who knows.

"Boring battles? Things never turn out the way you say, Bulkelso."

Jordan Kooler said so.

Nor did he care if Bulkelso heard what he was saying.

But he didn't mean to hide anything.

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

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

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

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, and a ray of sunshine was sent in, projecting on Jotun Kule's body.

The sunlight made Jotun Kul, the ancient nephalem ghost, radiate a holy light.

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

...

The huge ax in Qualkek's hand slammed heavily on the boulder, and the ice-blue anger flickered, making everything around him even colder.

"Barbarians, tell me what exactly you want?"

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

The end was something that was foreordained, and even if these savages couldn't end the battle with an explosion, then Bulkelso would.

That's a good guess.

Burkesso was such a man.

What was before will be there again, and what was seen before will be seen again later!

This isn't the first time Bulkelso has done something like this.

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

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

Baal felt that the power on the boulder was squeezing towards the inside, obviously Qualkek's approach was different from his original idea.

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

What's more, it's just changing the explosion from a random spread to a directional one. Even if the explosion can't be completely controlled, it won't turn this holy mountain that only existed in the past into a bottomless pit.

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

It seems to do something, but it doesn't make any sense.

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

Qualkek's body began to disintegrate little by little.

The old face was broken like a terracotta figurine. Under the broken pieces, the bright soul should have been exposed, but on the body of the old general Qualkek, there was nothingness under the broken pieces.

"Of course, there is nothing great and miraculous in the world. Everything happens as it should be, and all the beauty is because someone has paid the price for it."

It was rare for Barr to face a barbarian with a calm attitude, and he expounded his thoughts.

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

Qualkek laughed angrily.

What does a destruction think of something beautiful?

He never cherished anything.

"The most valuable thing is that the beauty is destroyed. I have given meaning to the existence of beauty. Then what have you paid for it? Barbarians?"

Barr said so.

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

Those howling savages would always attack him with axes, heavy swords, maces, and even broken wooden clubs.

Communicate well? That doesn't exist.

Humans confide their hearts to pets not because these little things can understand his inner feelings, but because those little things will not tell other humans what they hear.

It's as if no one talks to the tape recorder.

In the eyes of the hell devil, human beings are a collection of pets, toys and tools.

"I'm part of the price."

Qualkek hung the ax in his hand on his waist, and his eyes glanced at Li Zi intentionally or unintentionally.

He has seen a lot of guys shivering in the cold wind, with a hollow breath like a dead body.

He has even seen more than one guy who went to extremes in loss and became a minion of the devil.

But Li Zi seems to be a little bit different.

But now Qualkek has no time to ask these questions.

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

Baal and Qualkek were talking through the sphere that could explode at any moment.

"So I saw it."

Qualkek said so.

There was some surprise in his eyes.

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

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

Qual-Kek had realized that the prosperity of the barbarians was at hand.

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

Maybe not so noble, but he is a hero.

"Seeing that Burkasso has become the strongest? So you think the strong must win?"

Barr wanted to laugh a little.

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

Pure Baal is destruction, and pure can't tolerate other emotions.

Barr has nothing but an instinct to live.

Facing Qualkek, Barr had a rare sexuality.

Although the chat object and himself are about to disappear.

"Because Bulkelso is sure to win, he is the strongest."

There was pride in Qual-Kek's voice.

When he met Bulkelso, he never thought that this young man with a strange name would one day become the pillar of all barbarians.

After all, at that time, no matter whether it was Kerik, Maddok or Taliq, they all already had a great reputation.

The three ancestors who became strong enough to protect their clansmen from the tide of demons in their teens are more powerful than Bul Kasso, who could only train silently like a wooden stake when he was in his twenties .

But Bulkelso proved himself with one victory after another.

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

He is the hope that the city of Harrogas is struggling to watch.

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

Baal asked, and the stone ball began to tremble.

Explosions can happen at any time.

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

Where will the ancestor appear after seeing the last wish?

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

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

neither!

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

It doesn't matter whether it's the holy mountain named Arreat that exists in the "past" under your feet, or the holy mountain named "Harogas".

The souls of savages will only feed on these two places.

Provides that little bit of ridiculously insignificant power.

"You know, the souls collected by the barbarians in the long past don't even have the strength to resist the explosion of the World Stone.

If my peak strength is one hundred, the current Bulkelso is one thousand. Then you while alive, Qualkek! It's just a mere thirty.

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

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

Baal was well aware of the nature of the Barbarian Mountain.

If the nephalem from ancient times to the present have appeared in the world in the form of souls like Jotun Kulle, then the gathering of these forces is almost enough to subvert the burning hell and the high heavens.

But each of these guys chose a similar method, and became the insignificant sanctuary supported by pure energy.

It's like barbarians feeding holy mountains.

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

Qualkek answered irrelevantly.

The body was broken little by little.

He had planned to just disappear quietly like this.

He knew very well that those ancestors who still existed would only shout his name, happy in his rest.

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

A strong curiosity suddenly arose in Barr's 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 a part of achieving the goal.

This is the first time he really put himself on an equal footing to communicate with humans.

There is no arrogance that has long been used to.

At this time, Barr was peaceful like an old man who watched the sunrise and sunset every day.

"Demon God! You are not qualified to question me!"

Qualkek roared like a big laugh!

He'd wanted to say that for a long time.

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

But he just wanted to say that once!

Barbarians have feared the Helllord for far too long.

Even if one can unreservedly attack the devil and then die calmly, that is not a sign of fearlessness.

It's just that there is no chance of retreat in the path they chose.

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

Baal gave up on getting an answer from Qual-Kek.

The savage's soul has lost its sanity.

To become nourishment, this holy mountain can only get a little bit of Weibo.

Barr couldn't understand.

"Lilith may have seen fate."

The figure of Burkasso walked nearby.

Started talking from a distance.

"I have seen everything that is destined, or I have seen things that only I can do."

"Bulkasso? Are you going to let a consciousness die suddenly after knowing some secrets?"

Barr giggled strangely.

He was well aware that laughter like that could make the nephalem nervous.

Jotun Kooler does just that.

"You won this game, 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 as he said.

He will hand over everything he owns, this is preordained, and has nothing to do with the winner of the bet.

"Do you want to be an individual?"

Bulkeso said something abruptly, with serious eyes.

He knew exactly what kind of gamble it was!

The slightest indulgence to the demon god may lead to a dangerous consequence.

The victims may not be counted in thousands and tens of thousands.

But he's ready to take on it.

After all, he finally reached the place where Qualkek dissipated, and picked up the mountain-splitting ax on the ground.

The moment the icy ax touched Bulkesso's palm, it began to emit a strong light.

Qual-Kek has completely disappeared.

This is a matter of course.

After realizing one's dream, there is nothing to look forward to as a soul.

In other words, that's called rest.

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

Barr said it aloud, but it sounded a little funny to him.

At least some of them are insincere.

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

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

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

Bulkeso accentuated the word "alive."

His body tensed unnaturally, obviously he felt nervous.

Bulkelso was subconsciously nervous. Although he didn't feel the emotion of fear, he knew that this expression of the body meant fear.

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

Bulkelso would be terrified of Baal giving an answer.

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

"What do you want from me?"

Barr's tone became serious.

He could still tell whether Bulkelso was joking or not.

Bulkelso in front of him was very serious, just like when he yelled that he was going to cut off the head of the Great Demon God.

The body is tense, but the neck is loose.

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

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

Bulkeso said so.

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

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

Bulkeso was thinking about what to do.

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

Hatred is not so easy to liquidate.

Barr is the best option.

The master of destruction, the purest form of destruction!

He'll know the power to destroy this part better than annihilating the guy who wields more power.

"Are you saying let me become the body, or let me become another existence independent of the name Baal?"

"You'll be a human! Human! Take the part that destroys."

Bulkelso's answer made Barr hesitate.

But right now is obviously not a time to hesitate.

The power in that stone ball began to spread continuously.

"I think you should talk to the real me about this, Bulkelso."

Barr said so, and then stopped talking.

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

But this feeling made Barr feel fear as well.

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

It is also normal to feel disgusted by novel feelings.

The kinder a person is, the more curious he is about evil.

As long as they are not allowed to stand in the position of evildoers and create evil deeds themselves, they are always full of curiosity about evil.

And people who are really deep in evil do not treat goodness in the same way.

They will not be curious about the outcome of goodness.

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

So Barr was afraid of the thought in his heart!

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

So Barr shied away from the subject and just wanted to wait for the end to come.

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

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

He didn't know how many times he had sighed during this period of time.

Barr didn't answer.

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

...

Cassius had just stood opposite the crushing hammer, shaking his neck as if he was going to charge forward with his soul and punch him.

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

As long as no one saw it, no one would use it as a reason to attack him after the fact.

Those barbarians who can fight him will not be idle to fight him for this.

This is not a conflict of ideas.

"Squeak~ Cassius!"

The crushing hammer made a sound from somewhere, chanting Cassius' name.

This made Cassius suddenly a little nervous.

The big devil, Crushing Hammer, has never had a record of actively talking to anyone.

Unusual things certainly caught his attention.

"Crusher, what's the matter?"

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

Obviously, Cassius's heart was a little messed up.

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

The sound of the crushing hammer fits his body image very well.

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

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

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

Many legs, each hard and thick.

There were some dried blood stains on the stone, like patina.

Judging from its appearance, this hammer is very good at maintaining its own body.

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

The crushing hammer carried a strange sadness.

This kind of question made Cassius feel his head swell a little.

"You're right. The fate of demons is to keep dying. It's just that I'm wrong. You don't have to come back to die after you die, but you shouldn't have appeared in the first place."

Cassius pinched his eyebrows, and said a little irritably.

【forgive me! When did the devil appear as a thinker? 】

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

"you are wrong!"

The hammer yelled angrily.

This time it sounded like a landslide.

"I fucking gave you face!"

Cassius let out a roar, his center of gravity dived suddenly, and he rushed towards the crushing hammer.

Cassius is not that unfamiliar with doing ideological work.

In any case, he was once the chief of the Great Bear Tribe, and he would still do it to coax the children and guide the young warriors.

But to give psychological counseling to the devil, his brain capacity is not enough.

Cassius' fist hit one of the thick legs of the crushing hammer heavily, making a sound like a mountain breaking.

The fist landed on the hammer's leg, and there were circles of regular cracks where it was hit.

That fist is really ugly.

Huge and rough!

The fist full of scars felt a little swollen.

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

The crushing hammer raised a row of legs angrily, and slammed down heavily on Cassius' position.

No matter how powerful the demons of the Earth Thumper race are, it is difficult to get rid of the shortcoming of slow movements.

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

"I X! You are a pure XX!"

Cassius uttered a battle cry!

The body jumped to the side, and the hand hit hard non-stop!

"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 do care! Do you care about whether you want to kill them or not!"

Cassius' roar was a bit sharp!

Facing a demon who blames humanity, Cassius is on the verge of losing control in his rage.

"The devil is also life!"

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

The roar of the crushing hammer and Cassius' swearing sounded at the same time.

That huge fist hit the hammer's leg from bottom to top!

"Crack!"

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

The crushing hammer staggered back a few steps, those thick 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, demons deserve to die!

Even if there are some cultists who are driven mad, whose fault is that?

Isn't this the devil's fault!

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

They have the vast territory of Burning Hell that doesn't even have a border!

The same goes for angels, they don't need a place like Sanctuary at all!

The high heavens are also endless!

What did humans do?

Is it just a simple desire to survive honestly in this crack! ?

Cassius experienced the migration of barbarians!

The kind that have no food and no shelter! There is only endless hunger and a steady stream of demon soldiers!

Have mercy on the devil?

Even cultists and fools have no mercy on demons!

Strong, strong. A powerful demon that can kill countless ordinary people with its body needs no mercy at all!

"Cassius, you're already out."

Lei Kou's voice suddenly sounded.

Apparently she's done with the wall.

Or maybe that old stubborn Olak finally decided to change his mind, so he took over his original responsibilities.

"So what? There's a thinker among the demons, and it's called the Crushing Hammer! So I'm going to have a debate with it!"

Cassius turned his head and yelled at Reiko.

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

In normal times, Cassius might not have talked to Laiko in this way.

After all, Lai Ko's temper is not so bad.

"Thinker? Cassius, you have a good joke."

Lei Ko glanced at the crushing hammer, as if she wanted to see something connected with thoughts from this stupid demon.

"It's even more ridiculous! The thinker thinks that humans have never tried to understand the thoughts of demons! I'm dying laughing!"

Cassius roared all over, swung the broken arm and rushed towards the crushing hammer!

The broken arm was swinging by the side, hitting the back with a crackling sound.

Then Cassius' charge was held down by Leko.

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

Facing a revived Lecco who could show full strength all the time, Cassius had no chance to struggle.

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

Lai Ko patted Cassius on the shoulder, then walked forward.

Violation?

What violation?

Who saw it?

The referees have all left the field, and the outcome of the battle has been decided.

Where is there any statement of violation?

If the demons disagree with this ending, Lai Ko welcomes their reasoning.

Cassius's face turned blue and white, and he could only mutter a few words unwillingly, then grabbed his broken arm and put it on his neck.

This kind of injury has to be seen by Mara, and casual treatment of this kind of bone injury will lead to sequelae.

Although Cassius is a soul, of course he can be called a dead ghost...

Injuries need to be dealt with by professionals, and it is only when there is no other way to deal with it by yourself.

As far as Cassius's brain capacity is not big, 80% of it is 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.

"Leikou, I still remember that when you reasoned, there seemed to be a process? First charge and hammer, and then two charges and hammer?"

Cassius asked a little unwillingly.

"What?"

Lei Ko stepped on the remaining upper half of the hammer, then turned her head to look at Cassius and asked.

"Well, you are better at reasoning than me."

The figure of Cassius disappeared in a flash.

He can't remember whether he swears at Lei Kou just now, so let's sneak away for now!

When facing Laikou, Cassius is always a little bit taken aback...

After all, the current him struggled to face that mad bull like Canuck, let alone Leko, who was good at reasoning.

It never feels good to be beaten.

"By the way, I hope you can make the hammer deeply remember this truth!"

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

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

Constantine has already understood the final result of this battle from the savage population who kept screaming in the battle.

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

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

Both men had something to prove, so made similar moves.

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

This place is so deep that it has reached the deepest point. At least after Arreat became a deep pit, it still maintains its original appearance.

Therefore, there are only the bones of those barbarians who were trapped in the depths.

There is anger in it, there is fear in it.

But there is no "glory" of birth warriors.

no sooner said than done! Eight thousand words are here!

The keyboard arrived one day ahead of schedule, and it was squeezed a little in the middle of the transport...

Fortunately, the luck of the misfortune is that the buttons are all fine...

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