The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

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

“You’ve always looked worried lately, can you tell me why?”

Johanna glanced in Barr's direction and said.

  She clearly felt the growing power, and Bulcasso sighed in front of her, which made Johanna want to say something.

 “Something on your mind? Who doesn’t have something on your mind?”

Burkeso looked at Johanna with a somewhat hollow look.

“It’s just that everything must come to an end, and it’s time for this battle to end.”

Burkeso's broken armor disappeared piece by piece.

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

“Now, leave this place, my battle will begin next.”

Burkeso said without looking back.

 The rest of the battle only requires the presence of one person, just the ruins after an explosion.

 There is nothing to see anymore.

“By the way, do you think any recruit will be able to witness the last moment? I have prepared a generous reward and want to give it to that outstanding warrior.”

Burkeso said casually, and Jotun Kule twitched the corner of his mouth.

 “When do you plan to accept Kanai’s legacy?”

“Wait until after the explosion and everything returns to normal.”

Burkeso’s figure has gone far away.

 He took off his armor, showing his wounds that had not yet healed.

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

 The footprints were so clear that even the outline of the scar on the sole of Bulcasso's foot could be left on the snow.

 “Telling lies. As expected of you.”

Jotun Kule said with a smile.

 Then he focused his attention on a corner.

There was Diavolo's aura over there, which made Zoldun Kule want to laugh a little.

 There are always many interesting things that can be found in the past that appeared on the Holy Mountain of Arreat at a certain time period.

Jordon Kule understood that Bulcaisel just wanted to get rid of that bastard Diavolo first, and then do important things.

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

 So he won’t do anything unnecessary.

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

If everyone does this, is it right?

 Sacrificing one person for world peace is justice?

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

 Tyrell was not clear on this point.

 Fortunately, there is always someone who knows.

“A boring battle? It’s never what you say it is, Bulcaisel.”

 Zordon Kule said this.

He didn't care whether Bulcaisel heard what he said clearly.

But he didn’t mean to hide anything.

 Johanna and Leah shifted their gazes to Jotun Kule, their eyes full of exploration.

 “Don’t look at me like this, ignorance is the happiest! Hahaha!”

Zortun Kule laughed, his voice echoing in the empty snowfield.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, letting in a ray of sunshine and shining on Jotun Kule.

This sunlight caused Zoltun Kule, the ancient Nephalem ghost, to emit a holy light.

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

 …

The giant ax in Qualkek's hand hit the boulder heavily, and ice-blue anger flashed, making everything around him even colder.

“Barbarians, tell me what it is you want?”

Bar's voice came out slowly from the stone in front of him.

The end point is something that has long been determined. Even if these barbarians are unable to end this battle with an explosion, Bulcaisso will do so.

This is a good guess.

 Burkeso is such a person.

　　What is in the past will be again in the future; what is seen in the past will be seen again in the future!

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

“I can’t understand your struggle, and I can’t understand what you think is noble.

 Even, I can’t understand why you would make such a choice.”

Barr felt that the power on the boulder was squeezing inwards. It was obvious that Qualkek's approach was different from what he originally thought.

Confining the direction of an explosion is never a big problem, especially when a barbarian is risking his own soul.

Moreover, it is just to change the explosion from random diffusion to directional. Even if the explosion cannot be controlled, it will not turn this once holy mountain into a bottomless pit.

What Qualkirk did was like putting a piece of tape on a river bank that was about to collapse.

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

 “Hey! Baal. Humans have never been great.”

 Qualkiq's body began to disintegrate little by little.

That old face was like a broken fragment of a pottery figurine. Under the fragments, the dazzling soul should have been exposed, but in the case of the old General Qualkirk, there was nothingness underneath the fragments.

“Of course, there is nothing in the world that can be called great or miraculous. Everything happens as a matter of course, and all good things are because someone has paid the price for them.”

Barr rarely faced a barbarian with a calm attitude and explained his thoughts.

 “What did you pay for? You said it as if you like beautiful things.”

 Qualkiq laughed in anger.

 What does a destroyer say to something beautiful?

 He never cherished anything.

“Beauty is most valuable when it is destroyed. I gave the meaning of the existence of beauty. So what did you pay for it? Barbarian?”

Barr said this.

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

Those barbarians howling like ghosts and gods would always attack him with axes, heavy swords, maces and even broken wooden clubs.

 Communicate well? That doesn’t exist.

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

 Just like no one would tell their innermost thoughts to a tape recorder.

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

 “I am part of the price.”

Qualkirk hung the ax in his hand on his waist, and his eyes glanced at Lizzy intentionally or unintentionally.

He has seen a lot of people who were shivering in the cold wind and whose breath was as hollow as a corpse.

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

 But Lizzy seems to be a little bit different.

But now Qualkek has no time to ask these questions.

“Let me guess what your obsession is? To see the barbarians prosper again?”

Barr and Qualkirk were talking across the ball that could explode at any time.

 “So I saw it.”

Qualkiq said this.

 There was some surprise in his eyes.

 He did not expect Barr to express his long-cherished wish so easily.

 The moment he saw Leiko's resurrection, he saw the last few steps left for Bulcasso to succeed.

Qualkiq had realized that the prosperity of the barbarians was at hand.

 He ​​is a barbarian, not very particular about his life, and his behavior is as rough and harsh as Han Feng.

 Maybe not very noble, but he is a hero.

“Seeing that Bulcaisel has become the strongest? So you think the strong one must win?”

Barr wanted to laugh a little.

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

 Pure Baal is destruction, and pure Baal cannot tolerate other emotions.

Bar has nothing but the instinct to live.

Facing Qualkek, Barr rarely had a bit of a conversational temper.

 Although the person he was chatting with and himself were about to disappear.

“Because Bulcaisel will win, he is the strongest.”

 There was pride in Qualkek's voice.

 When he met Bulcaisel, 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, whether it was Kolik, Maddock or Tarik, they all had great reputations.

The three ancestors who became strong enough to protect their people from the tide of demons in their teens are much more powerful than Bulcaisuo who could only train silently like a wooden stake in his twenties.

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 But Bulqueso 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 keep watch.

“Okay, today is the day you choose to realize your wish and free yourself, and you will not be awakened again?”

Bar asked, and the stone ball began to tremble.

 An explosion may occur at any time.

Barr, who was trapped in the stone ball, took a deep look towards the ground, which seemed to be a bit mocking.

 Where will the ancestor appear after seeing his last wish?

 In the hands of Malthael who has taken away the power of death?

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

neither!

 Will only appear in the "Holy Mountain" as pure energy!

Whether it is the holy mountain named Arreat that existed in the "past" under your feet, or the holy mountain named "Harrogas".

 The souls of barbarians will only feed these two places.

 Provides a ridiculously insignificant amount of power.

“You know, the souls collected by the barbarians in the past are not even strong enough to resist the explosion of the World Stone.

If my peak strength is one hundred, and Bulcaisel's current strength is one thousand. Then when you were alive, Qualkek, you were only a mere thirty.

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

 When you become a source of nourishment, the help you can provide is less than one tenth, so do you think it’s worth it?”

Baal was well aware of the nature of the barbarians' sacred mountain.

If the Nephalem from ancient times to the present have appeared in the world as souls like Jotun Kule, then the accumulation of these powers is almost enough to subvert the Burning Hell and the High Heaven.

 But these guys all chose a similar way one by one, becoming a meager shelter of pure energy.

 Just like the barbarians making offerings to the holy mountain.

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

 Qualkirk answered the question.

 The body is broken bit by bit.

 He originally planned to disappear quietly like this.

 He knew very well that those ancestors who still existed would only chant his name and be happy that he was resting in peace.

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

Barr suddenly felt a strong curiosity in his heart.

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

 In his view, human beings are just tools, just a part of achieving the goal.

 This is the first time he has truly put himself on an equal footing to communicate with human beings.

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

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

 “Devil! You are not qualified to question me!”

Qualkiq roared like a laugh!

 He had wanted to say this for a long time.

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

 But he just wanted to say this once!

　　Barbarians have feared the Lord of Hell for far too long.

 Even if you can attack the devil without reservation and then die calmly, it is not a sign of being without fear.

 It’s just that the path they chose has no chance of retreat.

“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 sanity.

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

Barr cannot understand.

 “Lilith may have seen her destiny.”

Burkeso's figure walked nearby.

 Started talking from a long distance away.

“Seeing everything that is destined, or seeing things that only one can do.”

“Bulkesser? Do you intend to let a consciousness die after knowing some secrets?”

Bargaga smiled strangely.

  He knew very well that such laughter could unnerve the Nephalem.

 That’s what Jordan Kule did.

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

Barr said as if looking away.

 He will hand over everything he has. This is destined and has nothing to do with the winner of the gamble.

 “Do you want to be an independent individual?”

Burkeso said a little abruptly, with serious eyes.

 He knew very well what a big gamble this was!

 The slightest indulgence towards the Demon God may lead to dangerous consequences.

 The victims may not be counted in thousands or tens of thousands at that time.

 But he was prepared to take on these.

 After saying that, he finally walked to the place where Qualkek disappeared and picked up the mountain-splitting ax on the ground.

 The moment the cold ax came into contact with Bulcaisel's palm, it began to emit a strong light.

 Qualkiq completely disappeared.

 This is a matter of course.

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

 In other words, that is called rest.

 “What nonsense are you talking about? I’m just a part of me, and it will only be like this.”

Barr spoke loudly, but his words sounded a little funny.

 At least some of what he said was half-hearted.

 Beings 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 in a big way.

 “Let me ask you, do you want to live as a human being?”

Burkeso emphasized the pronunciation of the word "alive".

His body was unnaturally tight, and he obviously felt nervous.

Burkeso was subconsciously nervous. Although he himself did not feel the emotion of fear, he knew that this physical expression meant fear.

 The fear has been lost in consciousness, but this instinct still exists in the body.

Burkethal will be afraid of Baal's answer.

Whether it is a yes or no answer, the answer itself is worthy of fear.

 “What do you want from me?”

Barr’s tone became serious.

He can still tell whether Bulcasso is joking or not.

The Bulcaisel in front of him was very serious, just like when he yelled that he wanted to chop off the head of the big devil.

 The body is tight, but the neck is loose.

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

 “Get a strong person who knows what destruction is, and then replace it with another destruction.”

Burkeso said this.

He simply stated his reasons. The reason why he came up with this idea was Auriel.

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

Burkeso was thinking about what to do.

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

 Hate is not so easy to liquidate.

Bar is the best choice.

 The master of destruction, the purest destruction!

  He will know the power of destroying this part better than annihilating the guy who has more power.

“Are you talking about letting me become the real person, or letting me become another existence independent of the name Baal?”

 “You will become a human being! Human being! Master the power of destruction.”

Burkeso's answer made Barr hesitate.

 But now is obviously not the time to hesitate.

 The power in the stone ball began to spread continuously.

“I think you should talk to the real me about this, Bulcaisel.”

Barr said this, and then stopped talking.

 Faced with the conditions given by Bulqueso, he had to admit that he was tempted.

 But this feeling made Barr feel afraid as well.

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

 It is normal to feel disgusted when faced with novel feelings.

 The more kind-hearted a person is, the more curious they are about evil.

 As long as they are not put in the position of evildoers and personally create evil deeds, they are always full of curiosity about evil.

 Those who are truly mired in sin do not treat kindness with the same attitude.

 They will not wonder about the consequences of kindness.

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

 So Barr was afraid of the idea in his mind!

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

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

“Then let’s end it. I think Qualkirk’s approach will leave a few recruits behind after the explosion to see the so-called truth.”

Burkeso stroked the cold blade of the mountain-splitting ax and let out a long breath.

 He didn’t know how many times he had sighed in this period of time.

Barr did not answer.

Then the boulder began to emit a lot of power, as if it had received instructions.

 …

Cassius just stood opposite the hammer, swaying his neck as if he was planning to rush forward with a punch in his soul.

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

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

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

 This is not a conflict of ideas.

 “Squeak~Cassius!”

 The Hammer made a sound from somewhere, muttering Cassius's name.

 This made Cassius suddenly feel nervous.

 The great demon Nian Hammer has never had any record of taking the initiative to talk to anyone.

 Abnormal things will certainly attract his attention.

 “Winning hammer, what’s going on?”

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

 Obviously Cassius's mind was a little confused.

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

 The sound of the hammer matches my body image very well.

That stone-like tone makes the hammer look a little silly.

“What? As a demon, you don’t want to smash anything? Instead, you start thinking?”

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

 Many legs, each one strong and thick.

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

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

"My people keep dying, and I keep dying. After death, I have to live and continue to die. Is it the fate of a devil to die?"

The hammer has a strange sadness to it.

This kind of question made Cassius feel a little dizzy.

"You are right, the fate of demons is to die constantly. But there is one thing you are wrong about. You do not have to live and continue to die after you die, but you should not have appeared in the first place."

 Cassius pinched his eyebrows and said a little irritably.

　　【Spare me! When did the devil show up as a thinker?】

Cassius’ small brain was heating up. Thinking about such a difficult matter made Cassius, who was used to using his fists to reason, blush.

"you are wrong!"

 The hammer shouted angrily.

This time the sound was like a landslide.

 “I’ve given you shame!”

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

 Doing ideological work is not that unfamiliar to Cassius.

  After all, he was once the chief of the Big Bear Tribe, and he could still coax children and give direction to young warriors.

 But to provide psychological counseling to the devil, his brain capacity is somewhat insufficient.

 Cassius's fist struck hard on one of the thick legs of the hammer, making a sound like a mountain.

 The fist stopped on the leg of the hammer, and where the fist was hit, circles of regular cracks appeared.

That fist is really ugly.

  Huge and rough!

 The scarred fist feels a little swollen.

“Humans have never considered what the devil would think!”

The hammer raised a row of legs angrily and slammed it down towards Cassius's position.

　　　No matter how powerful the demons of this race are, they can never get rid of the shortcoming of very slow shooting movements.

 So they used a wider range of attacks to make up for this shortcoming.

 “I am X! You are a pure XX!”

 Cassius let out a war cry!

His body was beating sideways, and his hands were hitting hard all the time!

“You’re a ****! You’ve killed so many humans, and now you’re complaining that humans don’t care what you think? Let me tell you ****, humans do care! They care whether you want to kill them or not!”

 Cassius’s roar was a bit sharp!

 Faced with a demon that blamed humans, Cassius almost lost control in his rising anger.

 “The devil is also a life!”

“It’s you XXXXX! I’ll take you to fight!”

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

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

 “Click!”

Cassius’s bones were broken, and there was a crack that was spreading and expanding on the leg of the opposite hammer.

The hammer staggered back a few steps, as if those thick legs were completely useless.

 It doesn’t matter whether the devil is a living being or not!

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

Even if there are some cultists who are driven crazy, whose fault is it?

 Isn’t this the devil’s fault?

　　Demons don’t need to fight for any shitty living space!

They have a vast territory like the Burning Hell that doesn’t even have borders!

The same goes for angels, they don’t need even a small amount of shelter!

 Higher heavens are also endless!

 What did humans do?

 Are you simply trying to survive in this crack?

 Cassius experienced the migration of barbarians!

The kind with no food and no shelter! All there is is endless hunger and a steady stream of demonic soldiers!

Pity the devil?

 Even the idiots like the cultists will not show mercy to the devil!

 Powerful, strong. A powerful demon that can kill countless ordinary people with its body does not need mercy at all!

 “Cassius, you were out a long time ago.”

Leiko’s voice suddenly sounded.

 Apparently she has finished taking care of things on the city wall.

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

“So what? There is a thinker among the demons, and it’s called Hammer! So I’m going to argue with it!”

 Cassius turned around and yelled at Leiko.

 Completely ignoring the fact that Leiko was far stronger than him now.

Under normal circumstances, Cassius might not have spoken to Leiko in this way.

 After all, Leiko’s temper isn’t that bad either.

“Thinker, Cassius, you have a good joke.”

Leiko glanced at the hammer, as if she wanted to see something related to her thoughts from this stupid-looking demon.

“What’s even funnier! Thinker Nian Hammer thinks that humans have never tried to understand the thoughts of demons! I’m going to die laughing!”

Cassius roared, swung his broken arm and rushed out in the direction of the hammer!

 The broken arm was swinging by his side, and it made a snapping sound when it was hit on the back.

 Then Cassius's charge was restrained by Leiko.

 The not-so-beautiful hand pressed on Cassius's shoulder.

Facing a resurrected Leiko who can show her full strength at all times, Cassius has no chance to struggle.

“That’s funny! So I’ve always been better at reasoning than you, Cassius.”

Leiko patted Cassius on the shoulder, and 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 are there other claims of violations?

If the demons disagree with this ending, Leiko welcomes them to reason with it.

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

This kind of injury still needs to be looked at by Mara. Treating this kind of bone injury casually will lead to sequelae.

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

 Injuries need to be dealt with by professionals. You will only do it when there is no other way to deal with it yourself.

 Even though Cassius’s brain capacity was not very large, he used 80% of it 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.

“Leiko, I still remember that there seems to be a process when you are reasoning? First charge and hammer, and then two charges and hammer?”

Cassius asked reluctantly.

"What?"

Leiko stepped on the remaining upper body of the hammer, then turned back to look at Cassius and asked.

“Well, you are better at reasoning than me.”

 Cassius' figure disappeared in a flash.

He couldn't remember whether he had swore at Leiko just now, so he slipped away first as a courtesy!

 When facing Leiko, Cassius is always a little frightened...

After all, it is difficult for him now to face the crazed bull of Kanuk, let alone Leiko who is good at reasoning.

 The feeling of being beaten is never good.

“By the way, I hope you can keep this in mind!”

 The last thing Cassius left was this sentence with some echoes.

Behind a wall, Constantine was walking deeper along a narrow passage.

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

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

 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.

This place is so deep that it has reached its deepest point. At least after Arreat turned into a pit, it still maintained its original appearance.

 So, there are only the skeletons of the barbarians who were trapped in the depths for life and death.

 There is anger and fear in it.

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