Among the Nephalem community, the Crusaders pursue faith.

 Monks seek to become one with the world.

 The methods and powers of a witcher seeker to kill their enemies.

 Mages seek knowledge and truth.

 Necromancers seek balance.

 Witch doctor pursues knowledge and freedom of soul!

 Only barbarians pursue strength itself!

“But you can’t say that patience is not a sign of strength!”

 Johanna could not control her emotions while speaking.

This conceptual impact made her a little confused.

Even though the person in front of her is Bulcasso whom she has always admired!

 “Strong people don’t need to be patient!”

Burkeso turned his attention to where Kanai was.

 The muscles on the body are beating little by little.

 He is not strong enough!

 Can’t let those people end their “noble sacrifice” yet!

  No matter how noble the sacrifice is, it is death! It is the end!

There is nothing worth bragging about in all this!

 Johanna was a little speechless.

Facing Bulcasso at this time, she could no longer use words to prove anything!

 The strong have the right to speak!

 A strong fist is a powerful force!

The truth also needs strength to defend, otherwise it will just be the poor man who is branded as a heretic, tied up with a boulder hanging from his feet, and sunk into the deep sea!

 “Is strength the only truth?”

 Johanna's holy power is shining.

 She wanted to get this answer from Bulcasso.

 “Strength is not truth, and strength does not require truth!

 But truth needs to be strong!”

Burkeso said and set off!

Even if he cannot prevent the "noble sacrifice", he must at least let the victim get the glory that is insignificant compared to life and existence!

Burkeso walked firmly towards the gate of the Holy Mountain!

Wherever they passed, the ancestral spirits who were armed with weapons and ready to fight stopped what they were doing!

 Looking at Bulcasso's body silently!

That is a symbol of a strong body, that is, an unstoppable will!

The road was not short, but Bulcaisu soon reached the gate of the Holy Mountain.

 Before the devil's attack, the gate of the Holy Mountain stood firm.

 The tightly closed door was covered with traces of attacks.

“Barbarians never refuse those guys and never stay behind closed doors!”

Burkeso said in the most matter-of-fact tone.

 The pace never stops!

 The gate of the Holy Mountain is open without anyone pushing it!

The three ancestors who were constantly fighting with the demon outside the gate also stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on Bulcaisuo.

 They don’t have to kill demons for the time being!

All the demons in front of them seemed to be avoiding the existence of Bulcaisuo, making way for a passable path in the tide!

 This is the instinct of life!

 Even the devil is not immune to this physical realization!

Even though their will is still full of killing, every piece of flesh and blood that makes up their bodies is trembling! Avoiding!

 The undisputed warrior!

 The unquestionable strong man!

The awakened siege assault beast is working hard to move its huge body in front.

 But his movements were too slow!

Even though he tried his best to avoid it, he still blocked Bulcaisuo’s path!

Burkeso did not stop or draw his weapon.

 Not even a war cry was uttered!

The scarred body slammed into the hard carapace of the Siege Assault Beast, and then forced a way out of this terrifying demon!

In the pain of being penetrated through the body, the siege assault beast did not even let out a howl!

 At the moment Bulcaisel passed through his body, he slowly fell down.

 Such a guy is not even a stepping stone when facing Bulkesso!

 There is no need to prove that you are strong!

 There’s no need to step on the enemy’s corpse to show off!

 Even powerful, there is no need for any modifiers to decorate the flowers and scenery with this essence!

 Burkeso has no title!

 He is strength itself!

 His name is not preceded by any title!

“Madoc, do you remember what Bulcaisel used this gesture for last time?”

Talik put the token of shame in his hand on the ground and leaned on it.

“I can’t remember the last time, but I seemed to be dead by then?

Among us, only Korik has followed Bulcaisu's footsteps and become stronger, so he didn't even have a title when he died."

Madoc said happily.

His eyes are very serious.

 The Battle Prophet Mardoc.

 This title has always been ridiculed by Bulkesso.

That was not malice, but Bulcaisel kept reminding Madoc in his own way that he should abandon the way of fighting that involves knowing the outcome.

 That will only make the warrior further and further away from being powerful.

"Madoc, how come you think it is wrong to follow Bulcaisel's path? He has shown us everything, but we are not as powerful as him."

A ray of light flashed on the Token of Shame in Tarik's hand, and the light enveloped Tarik's body.

 As the master of the legend of the Proof of Shame, Talik, who re-created a new legend, was the one who was redeemed in the first place.

 What saved him was not the weapon in his hand, but Bulcaisel!

 “Don’t talk about being strong if you are dead, we are all losers.”

 Colik slammed the Bastin's Power in his hand to the ground with a thud.

 A pair of eyes as red as blood!

 He is still unwilling to give in!

He was unwilling to just look at the powerful figure from behind, but in this battle that had happened, his unwillingness turned into the deepest helplessness.

How should the dead seek strength?

I can only watch Bulcasso’s figure walking further and further away, becoming more and more lonely!

The last light is disappearing little by little. After Bulcaisel realizes the wishes of the barbarians, realizes Leoric's wishes, realizes the wishes of Leia, Kane, Modan and all the suffering people, he will still

What can be left?

 The power of loneliness.
To be continued...