It's always like this, every day I'm in the company of guys like you.

So I used to be very quiet."

Mocott reached out and took out the half-burned cigarette from Gruchak's mouth.

Then he put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Let's do it, seriously.

It's not that I don't want to see the future built by Bulquesso, but I really don't intend to stick to it anymore.

Gruchak, I want to ask you now, are you ready?

If there is anyone under the Demon King of Hell who can truly defeat you, it is probably that guy.

But now, you are just an ancestral spirit, and he still exists.

I never thought that that guy's recovery was actually led by Malthael.

It’s really ridiculous!”

Gruchak threw the burned out cigarette with only the butt on the ground.

At this time, Mocott's somewhat old face finally looked a little more relieved.

"Isn't this the case before?

Neither archangels nor demons can tolerate our existence.

At this time, the appearance of that guy may be the best opportunity.

No one who can defeat him can take action, so he has to leave it to me."

Gruchak looked at the eyeball in his hand that no longer contained Lucien's soul.

Then he clenched his hands with a contemptuous smile and completely crushed the amber eyes here.

The crumbs were like dust, and the crunching sound when broken sounded like a vicious curse.

"After all, only you understand despair, and only you can turn a blind eye to despair.

When the moment of your death arrives, you will be completely surrounded by despair.

I didn’t expect that I would have the opportunity to stand in front of that guy after you died, but this time I won’t face it with you.”

Mocott smiled.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Gruchak.

"Excuse me, who is the guy you are talking about?"

Constantine suddenly squeezed in between Mocott and Gruchak and asked loudly.

His eyes were full of curiosity, and perhaps some unknown calculations.

"Lakanos, the King of Despair.

There is no king among the seven demon kings.

He is also the only demon besides the Seven Demon Kings who is qualified to wear a crown on his head."

Mocott said in the calmest tone.

Then he pushed Konstantin aside from between him and Gruchak.

Rakanos, the King of Despair, is the master of the Plains of Despair in the Burning Hell.

Once the jailer of Yizuel and the tormentor of Inarius.

A demon who serves Andariel.

There are different opinions on whether Rakanos is as powerful as the Seven Demon Kings.

But Lakanos is definitely stronger than Yizuer and Ozil, no one will doubt this.

When Yizuer was captured by the demon kings of hell, he was placed in the Plains of Despair almost without any discussion.

And Lakanos, without any pressure, crushed Yizuer, who never gave up resistance.

Even after Izul became a Freezing Demon, Rakanos was still able to easily defeat Izul.

The existence of Rakanos was also an important factor in the corruption of Yizuer.

Despair, a terrible force!

Even Diavolo has no chance of commanding Izual.

When the great demon arrived at the high-level heaven, Rakanos appeared in the Crystal Sky Corridor.

No one knows when he arrived at that place.

No one knows why Rakanos, who had never left the Plains of Despair before, left the Plains of Despair.

Perhaps he saw real despair in the high-level heaven at that time, so he appeared there eagerly...

It is said that every desperate being can see the figure of Rakanos at the end of his life.

And perhaps no one among the Nephalem has experienced despair for a longer period of time than Gruchak.

"Send me away, I have given everything I have.

He has passed my inspection and is worthy of trust."

Mocott said to Gruchak a little eagerly.

"Really, who spread the rumors?

I have never liked carrying coffins to the funerals of those legends."

Gruchak sighed, then stretched out his hand that had not yet cleaned the ashes and squeezed Mocott's hand tightly.

Between the two ancestors, bursts of light flickered.

From Gruchak's body, the pair of light wings burning like flames slowly opened.

The flame-like brilliance wrapped around Mokete's body, turning into a coffin that shimmered with brilliance.

Mocott's hand loosened up at some point.

Mokot closed his eyes with a kind face.

The originally strong body was withering little by little and becoming shriveled.

On the coffin transformed by the power of courage, a golden cup was slowly filled with blood.

That is everything that belongs to Mokot, the blood of the Nephalem that belongs to this barbarian who has mercy but has to remind himself to abandon mercy.

"Boy, drink it!"

Gruchak stared back at Constantine who was about to reach out, then looked at the ugly-faced Rumlow with his eyes and said.

"This is a decision Mocott made from the moment he chose to stay with you!

You'd better not waste your time!

If Rakanos had arrived quickly, the world would have started to face panic by now."

Gruchak's urging was very anxious.

Rumlow put away his sad expression, then stretched out his hands and held the glass of blood!

His hands were shaking a little, but luckily he didn't spill even a drop of blood.

With trembling hands, he placed the golden cup in front of him, then raised his head!

"Okay boy!

You are now truly qualified to succeed Tarik.

The bloodline of the Stormwind Tribe... is really ridiculous."

I don’t know who Gruchak’s words were addressed to.

After drinking the blood, he fell straight to the ground!

He's still breathing!

Then Gruchak set his sights on Constantine and Dr. Reed.

"I might be a little rougher.

Please bear with it a little!

I'm in a hurry to face Rakanos."

A smile appeared on Gruchak's face!

The next moment, overwhelming power acted on Constantine and Dr. Reed!

After that, the field of power belief will be opened!

In this battle, there is only one person standing at the end!

That's Gruchak!
Chapter completed!