…

“Hmm? Tyrell? I didn’t expect you to actually make such a choice.”

Baal stood not far away and said to Tyrell beside him.

 Neither of the two beings is ontology, but there seems to be no difference between them and ontology.

 Both of them are consciousnesses that they personally handed over to Bulcasso, and they are very clear about this bet.

“Baal, if you’re going to fight me here, you’d better think about what the outcome will be!”

Tyrrell's consciousness said angrily.

  Their consciousness did not know what happened in the Burning Hell before, so they showed relative restraint at this time.

Going against Bulcaisel's will is never fun.

 Savages rarely give others a chance to explain. They look more at the method and the results.

"You are just a witness, and I have to face the endless attacks of those barbarians. It is really unfair. It is obvious that there is no difference between what you do and what we do."

Bar's consciousness was chattering a little, and his eyes flickered a little.

This is not like Baal's habit, that pure destruction does not show too much emotion.

“You can’t control Mephisto’s power with your mind?”

Tyrrell glanced at Baal in front of him with contempt.

  The bodies of the two demons in the secret realm were constructed by the power of the finished Mephisto.

 And the little bit more consciousness that Baal gave seems not enough for him to fully control this power.

“Talk too much. Anyway, this body and consciousness will become Bulcaisuo’s sacrifice, and I am too lazy to spend time to control it.”

Barr said casually.

Whether he wins or loses this gamble, he will deliver it all.

 Winning or losing is meaningless to him.

"I don't think your brother will let this opportunity pass easily. Diavolo will appear. I'm just curious about how he will make Bulcasso hesitate."

Tyrrell no longer focused on Baal.

 Looking at the appearance of the Demon King of Hell, he could only feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

 “It’s about to start.”

Tyrrell looked in the direction of the clearing on the Holy Mountain and muttered softly.

The confrontation between Bulcaisso and Leiko has begun.

 The final blow is the signal for the battle to begin.

 …

"come!"

Burkeso roared provocatively, and this time he charged first!

 The injured hand was still raised high in front of her, pointing at Leiko's throat like a sharp knife!

  He can directly crush Leiko in the charge battle and win the victory.

 But that is unworthy of a barbarian king!

 To defeat fellow barbarians and challenge them, he must be at the strongest point!

"drink!"

Leiko's voice sounded, and her body covered with scars began to charge!

 It has nothing to do with right or wrong!

 Just for an answer!

Leiko needs to find this answer from Bulqueso’s approach!

 The two figures collided with each other in the blink of an eye!

 Burkeso’s arms have already grabbed Leiko’s throat!

 The huge force pushed Leiko back!

 This is the difference in power!

 “Bulkessor, you will be the greatest immortal king!”

Leiko laughed!

 She was still laughing loudly even though her throat was stuck!

 She knows!

 Or maybe she knew it all along!

Burkeso is not a proper slave, he is still a human being!

Leiko’s legs made a harsh fracture sound!

 She stopped her retreat under the power of Bulcasso!

 The bull never backs down from a fight!

 Leiko shook her shoulders and hit Bulcasso's chest hard!

This is no longer a violent charge skill!

 This is the leader of the Bull Tribe, Leiko’s stubbornness in charging!

 The spikes on the shoulder pierced Bulcaisel's chest.

 Blood spurted out from the previous wound, and blood foam was squeezed out of Bulkesso's mouth!

“An immortal king who failed to protect his people in the face of death?”

Burkeso laughed and said!

 There is a sense of self-deprecation in it!

 He loosened his fingers around Leiko's throat!

　　He kicked Leiko hard in the abdomen, knocking this powerful warrior to the ground!

“That’s different! You’re doing much better than Volusk.”

Leiko was lying on the ground still laughing.

 I dragged my broken legs and struggled to stand up again!

"Only you can inherit the immortal king, and I am already a warrior who died once."

 Leiko was injured and took out a simple mace.

That was the only weapon left in Choriz's hand when she was saved by her Samaritan.

 “I like Vader as a friend, but I hate Joe Ritz!”

Burkeso rubbed the belt around his waist.

That is the legend of Cassius!

 Ignoring pain will prolong it a lot longer.

 Although he no longer needs the power brought by this legend.

 But this is his tenderness towards Leiko!

Burkeso has clearly told Leiko how he will face her strongest blow!

 “You won’t use the Ring of Power?”

Leiko said with a smile.

 Then comes the final blow.

"No need! Although I have never studied your legendary suit, I have other methods."

Burkeso took a look at the gate of the Holy Mountain!

There are three companions fighting with him there!

 The Ancestral Wrath Shoulder Kai allows the ancestors to bear part of the damage for him.

 This is the tacit understanding between Bulcaisuo and the three ancestors!

 They have long since integrated each other's lives into one body during the long battle!

 “Madoc and the others?”

 Leiko’s eyes softened.

 She once had such a companion.
To be continued...