Too many tragedies brought about by the Hell Demon happened in front of Bulcaisuo's eyes. Barbarians would never have the idea of ​​​​compromising with the Hell Demon.

 Human beings can have hatred, and this hatred almost never goes away!

Even if some people beg for mercy from the Demon King of Hell for various reasons, this is unlikely to happen to the truly strong!

 All the humans who are still fighting in Sanctuary have their own perseverance, perhaps due to their hatred of the Demon King of Hell, or their yearning for the sublime.

　　Or maybe you simply want to let the fate of mankind be controlled by yourself.

 Such an existence is simply not something that the Demon King of Hell can touch!

 Humans and angels and demons are never the same!

“I didn’t give you the slightest promise, but why did you reject me so eagerly? Or are you afraid that you will be convinced by my conditions?”

Andalil's voice was highly seductive, and even for a moment Bulcaisel clearly felt doubtful about himself.

"Shut up! Andalil! Do you want to impress me? Want to corrupt me? You will only be as disgusting as the urine of a toad in the gutter, and as annoying as the spikes of a hard-haired rat! You will only be as disgusting as the pee of a toad in the gutter!

It’s as disgusting as the juice of a rotten zombie pouring into your mouth!”

The flames of anger began to burn in Bulcaisel.

However, this kind of flame cannot harm Andariel in the dark soul stone at all.

This method of sealing will not be easily affected, and more often than not it is just a tug-of-war at the level of consciousness.

"Bulkessor, your name represents more than what you imagined, glory and victory? Responsibility and courage? That is the name of the Immortal King. That old guy from Volusk didn't tell you everything."

 Andalil felt that she was about to plant a seed of doubt in Bulcaisel's mind.

 She spoke in a consistent tone without revealing any flaws.

The slightest incoordination when bewitching may lead to failure in the success, and the demon kings of hell know this very well.

 “What are you going to tell me?”

Burkeso's body was filled with rage, but his tone was exceptionally calm.

 The joy in Andalil's heart began to grow stronger.

 Psychic torture is her authority, and she sees an opportunity!

Although Andariel felt a little suspicious about Bulcaisel's wavering, she could not turn a blind eye to this excellent opportunity.

 “The first generation of Bulcaisel…”

 “Still alive!”

 Andalil was interrupted by Bulcaisuo before she could finish her words.

Burkeso's anger subsided in an instant, and his tone returned to coldness.

 A battle of wills. Of course Andariel will not be the only one to launch an attack to shake Bulcasso. Bulcasso has the same power to fight back.

 The nephalem’s lifespan is endless!

If you want to destroy the Demon King of Hell, breaking down the opponent's will is also a way.

Just when Andariel thought that barbarians were rude fools, she also fell into Bulcaisso's trap.

"What?"

Andalil's voice finally changed. Even if she immediately chose silence, she could not stop Bulcaisel from continuing to speak.

 Just as Bulcaisel has no way to prevent Andariel's voice from reaching his mind, his voice will also be transmitted to the Dark Soul Stone indiscriminately!

“The original Bulcaisel is still alive, what? Isn’t this what you are planning to tell me?

 Since you may have seen another part of my soul, you should know what I met at that time.

 Although I can no longer remember my past clearly, how can you understand the thoughts of a human being?

 The Demon King of Hell, the King of Torment Andariel!”

Burkeso's voice was filled with contemptuous sarcasm, constantly teasing Andariel's mind.

 Andalil, who was the first to fall into the trap, could no longer control her emotions at this time.

 Staying silent may be her best choice.

“The Being is still alive, the legend of the Being is still alive! So what are you going to do?

　　The barbarians have been planning this plan for who knows how many years. In the eyes of you high-ranking hell demons, it probably means nothing, right?

So do you still feel that way now? Andalil?

 You are a scum that I can easily crush like a little lemure!

You, the king of torture, who kept wailing in my hand and almost burst into tears!

 What the hell are you doing?”

Burkeso took out a bottle of strong wine and poured it into his mouth.

The feeling of having the opportunity to grab the sore leg of the Hell Demon and keep yelling at him made him a little excited.

 “You haven’t remembered my name yet!

There is only one barbarian now called Bulcaisu!

 Now I am the only one you should be afraid of!

You are just a wretch lying at the feet of the three demon gods begging for mercy! Andalil, you have to know that even the great demon god had his head chopped off by me!"

Burkeso completely penetrated Andariel's psychological defense! The king of torture began to shout.

“No! You are not the one I fear, you should scream in pain in the torture!

 Bulkesso! You have no idea how great that Bulkesso is, and Volusk and Reiko definitely did not tell you the truth!"

Andalil’s scream made Bulcasso drink up a bottle of wine.

 “Is my performance like this what you expect?”

Andalil’s calm voice sounded again, and Bulcasso’s excitement disappeared in an instant.

Obviously Andalil's previous performance was just a disguise, but only Andalil herself knew whether Bulkesso's words had effectively broken her will.

“You know that the legends of the first barbarians still exist, but when you fight Malthael, all you have in your hands is a pair of ancient legends.

  Let me guess? Those are your favorite double swords? They were also deliberately forged out of your yearning for the first generation Bulcaisel? It's a pity that you are not him."

 Andalil's expectations were filled with contempt.

This time Bulcaisso just silently took out another bottle of liquor from his backpack and poured it directly into his mouth.

 Barbarians and Helllords convince each other?

That's a joke.

 “Do you need me to call Cassius over and say your name and let out a war cry?”

Burkeso calmly said the last words in this conversation!

 And this sentence formed the final blow to Andalil!

"You bastard! Bulcaisel, you bastard! Shut up Cassius! Shut up that bastard who is muddier than the springs of heaven forever!"

 Cassius’ almost regular taunts were enough to make Andariel lose her cool.

If it weren’t for the crazy Andariel who would let out piercing screams to torment Bulcaisu, Bulcaisu might have made Cassius emit a war cry of curses and curses every day.

That might make Andariel's sanity collapse even more completely.

　　【The first Bulcaisel is of course still alive!】

Burkeso thought so in his heart.

 Leiko and Warusk, who were not far away, just said this.

 …

 “When do you plan to hand over the first-generation legend to Bulkatho?”

Leiko said this while holding her helmet.

“By the time he thinks he has surpassed that ancestor, Bulcaisel will already know where those legends are, and he can pick up the pair of swords at any time if he is willing.”

 Worusk sat directly on the ground.

　　The heavy body wearing a suit of battle armor smashed a rather shallow hole in the snow of the Holy Mountain.

“He is just unwilling to take the path of the first generation. He has firmly set his own line from the beginning, so now he is the banner of the barbarians.”

Worusk spoke slowly and took out a bottle of wine from the snow in front of him.

This is one of Leiko's few treasures. If it were in the past, Warusk's actions would definitely result in a merciless blow from Leiko.

 But it’s different now.

“His journey took the first step, but the first ancestors were only a little closer.”

The Nephalem has thirteen pieces of equipment, and the seven demon kings of hell plus the five archangels can only seal them all with twelve pieces of equipment.
To be continued...