The Ricochet rune caused the hit enemy to fall into confusion; it was enough to teach Cassius a lesson.
"Molten Fly-Scum? Bul-Kathos, you motherf..."
Cassius was hit in the forehead before he could finish his curse. Fortunately, he activated Ignore Pain, saving him from being knocked out on the spot.
The Molten Fly-Scum (Molten Slag) had once been Cassius's weapon, until he discovered that weapons weren't as good as fists, at which point he turned to the grand path of pugilism.
This powerful double-bladed axe was infused with the essence of life-fire, gradually strengthening the wielder's body until it became ineffective.
It was a gift Cassius had given to Bul-Kathos, and now it had been returned.
Accompanied by Cassius's angry curses, Bul-Kathos's figure departed into the distance.
Azmodan's aura was there. Once targeted, that demon would have nowhere to hide!
Cassius, cursing up a storm, gripped the Molten Slag in his hand and launched a violent attack on all demons within range.
Between slashes, the axe shot out massive fireballs, easily destroying large swathes of demonized Daleks.
Cassius with a weapon possessed higher killing efficiency, even if it lowered his single-target combat power slightly. He hadn't used a weapon in a long time.
The last time he used a weapon, one would have to trace back to when he was still alive.
Bul-Kathos's pursuit didn't last long before he saw his target.
"Azmodan, I didn't expect you to turn out like this!"
Having flown a great distance following the aura, Bul-Kathos looked at the giant monster with the hideous expression before him, his tone unreadable.
Although there was mockery in his voice, the clear anger was already manifesting through the soaring flames of rage on his body.
At this moment, Azmodan showed no intention of hiding upon encountering Bul-Kathos. He didn't even have the thought of evasion.
Azmodan had seized the body of one of the most powerful monsters in this world. At this moment, he was like a burning star, sitting there motionless.
Perhaps he had lost the ability to move; a massive body is sometimes the greatest trouble. Besides, this body didn't even have limbs.
How could he move? By rolling?
"Bul-Kathos, let's see if you can withstand the power of this planet."
His words carried a rampant tone of provocation. Or rather, he was confident that this power, sufficient to change his physical form, could make Bul-Kathos pay a price.
Victory was something Azmodan never gave up on. Everything he did was for the ultimate goal of victory, no matter how slim the hope.
As Azmodan spoke, that massive, star-like body constantly emitted a black aura. The fire-like yellowish glow couldn't penetrate this layer of dense darkness at all.
This was Azmodan's origin power. His recovery speed in this world was indeed fast. Before, it wouldn't have been easy for him to display this much power.
The Daleks, a race filled with hatred and destruction, allowed Azmodan to rapidly recover his strength, even though those two powers suited Baal and Mephisto better. But as Sin, Azmodan could utilize all negative emotions to strengthen himself.
He revived too quickly. However, reviving in another world could be considered a good thing. At least after he was sealed, this hatred and destruction wouldn't be completely transmitted to the Prime Evil on the other side.
"You are not my opponent. Your rules, to me, are like the drifting snow on Mount Arreat—present, but of no consequence."
Bul-Kathos scrutinized Azmodan's current state and spoke with contempt.
Then, holding Oathkeeper and The Remorseless, he walked directly toward the gigantic burning planet.
Two sentences of small talk counted as catching up. Bul-Kathos would not allow a Prime Evil to exist before him for too long.
"I'm going to imprint my footprint on that ugly face of yours!"
Bul-Kathos held his weapons before him, stepping heavily on the "ground" of space.
The rapid frequency of his steps made this charge incredibly swift.
Furious Charge would allow him to use maximum force to leave a footprint on Azmodan, this Lord of Sin—enough to ensure Azmodan was sealed into the Black Soulstone while wearing that footprint.
A literal stomp to the face.
If it were merely Azmodan, this single blow would be enough to strip the Lord of Sin—whose stench could permeate an entire world—of all his power, causing him to be swallowed bit by bit by the Black Soulstone.
But at this moment, inside the Black Soulstone, Andariel was incomparably calm, as if she had already seen the ending.
Andariel knew her brother well, especially the brother who loved watching others fail. Conspiracy, poisoning, atrocities! Everything linked to sin was what he loved.
But the current Azmodan was vastly different from the one in her memory. Andariel was waiting for the truth.
The Azmodan before them was no longer the original Prime Evil. This could be sensed from the difficult-to-distinguish aura he had exposed from the start.
But Bul-Kathos ignored this possible threat and launched his attack without fear.
Conspiracy? Trap?
None of these could stop Bul-Kathos's resolve to resolve the Prime Evil!
Letting these guys roam free meant countless tragedies would be born every moment!
Demons deserved to die!
Justice was never just lip service; it only had meaning when put into action!
And Bul-Kathos himself was the Courage to achieve Justice!
The courage to face sacrifice, the courage to face disaster, the courage to face all injustice and fight back!
The demon was right in front of him; what better choice was there than to kill him?
With Bul-Kathos's charge, he appeared instantly in front of the new Azmodan.
The war boot carrying all his fury sparked with fire; the power of wrath condensed on that incoming, full-force kick.
Ground Stomp - Trembling Stomp!
Earthquake - Molten Fury!
Avalanche - Glacier!
The abundant power of three skills that relied on the legs converged.
The banner that forever stands on the path to strength!
The power that Sonya, who touched the threshold of godhood, could only gaze at from afar!
The fundamental reason Bul-Kathos was recognized as the third Immortal King!
He had thoroughly mastered and fused the skills! The buffs from equipment were solidified into his very being, a power no longer reliant on legendary gear for enhancement!
A heavy stomp of unified, full effort!
A blow sufficient to trample the steps of ascension!
A blow capable of causing the Crystal Arch of the High Heavens to crumble and fade!
Carrying indescribable power and infinite fury, the war boot stomped heavily forward!
Azmodan's new body was trembling. The boundless black mist Azmodan had spread was receding, revealing the true appearance of this body!
In Azmodan's forced turn, the star used its "back" to welcome Bul-Kathos's heaven-destroying offensive!
"ROAR!"
Bul-Kathos stomped down regardless of everything!
He let out a terrifying war cry. The roar that made every conscious existence in this world tremble vanished the instant the blow landed!
The Rings of Akhaten!
The truth Azmodan had concealed until this very moment!
He had not seized this powerful symbol of a rule that devoured everything!
He had merely been captured by the Rings of Akhaten upon his arrival, just as he corrupted the sin-filled Daleks!
Azmodan had tried his best to maintain his self-existence within this monster that devoured everything. The moment Bul-Kathos's aura appeared, he found the chance to transmit his altered aura.
Then, he used his last bit of strength to hide the Rings of Akhaten.
This monster devoured everything and could not be destroyed.
Only after it was satiated would it fall into slumber.
Information and existence were its favorite foods, yet it was almost impossible for it to be full!
Upon waking, it would devour everything, and then make the world start over!
It was a monster possessing the authority of Destruction and Creation!
There was only one way to please it: the satisfaction brought by "delicious" food.
Azmodan's authority of Sin allowed him to survive with difficulty under the authority of Destruction and Creation. And he pinned his hope of escape on his enemy, even willing to face Bul-Kathos!
In his view, being sealed in the Black Soulstone was better than being thoroughly devoured by the Rings of Akhaten—that would be an endless imprisonment.
Corrupting the Rings of Akhaten was even harder than corrupting Malthael. Because this guy's mind contained only three simple emotions: "Full," "Hungry," and "Sleepy."
It was completely impossible to communicate with, which meant Azmodan couldn't corrupt it.
There was no good or evil, for devouring and then creating was the instinct of the Rings of Akhaten.
"Hungry~"
Bul-Kathos understood the emotion Akhaten expressed in an instant, but he still firmly carried out that attack.
Rules? That was irrelevant!
"HAA!!!"
Bul-Kathos let out the loudest war cry he could muster, and then power capable of destroying heaven and earth poured directly onto the bridge of Akhaten's nose!
A shockwave destroying everything spread out from the point of contact. Azmodan's lingering power turned to ash in the impact of this blow!
The scattered Sin, Destruction, Hatred, and even Terror were all absorbed by the existence of the Rule itself!
The body of the Rings of Akhaten was covered in dense cracks the moment it was hit by Bul-Kathos. However, this blow could not ultimately destroy the Rule itself; it only damaged it.
The yellowish halo turned into tentacles, sweeping across Bul-Kathos's body. In this moment, the unquenchable fury on Bul-Kathos vanished.
When his consciousness was being read, he felt a long-lost peace.
Right now, the Rings of Akhaten was capturing Bul-Kathos's past, swallowing this information into its belly.
Only Azmodan's figure appeared inside the Black Soulstone!
Borrowing the force of this blow, Azmodan transferred from one eternal cage to another.
"ROAR!"
Bul-Kathos's body instantly shifted into the form of Wrath of the Berserker, but a height of over three meters was meaningless against the star-sized body of the Rings of Akhaten.
Bul-Kathos's mind began to rapidly recall his past.
From never receiving recognition from any Ancient, to obtaining his first victory.
Then he saw Leoric with a gentle smile!
And the self who chose to escape, whom he had sealed within the Black Soulstone!
"Hungry!"
Akhaten could only emit such crude information, yet it probed Bul-Kathos's past with even greater force.
Massive information could give it a sense of satiety, and Bul-Kathos was the medium for it to devour information.
The devoured would not lose this memory, but when the Rings of Akhaten began to devour existence driven by hunger, the world would embark on the path of rebirth!
"I am Bul-Kathos! The destined King of Barbarians! The Savior of the World!"
Bul-Kathos roared unconsciously, and the flames of rage began to burn fiercely on his body once more!
The child of Angel and Demon, the existence of the Nephalem is also a Rule!
Even if the power of this Rule could not be used, he still existed!
"I am Bul-Kathos! He whom Hell fears! Death halts before me; Death cannot erode me!"
A massive roar rang out, and behind him, the wings of light gifted by Imperius emerged once again!
Courage has never been severed!
"I am the Immortal King!!!"
With Bul-Kathos's roar, the Black Soulstone emitted a slight tremor!
His consciousness reawakened from Akhaten's reading!
"ROAR!"
A War Cry! A shout that blended all War Cry skills!
Ignore Pain, Threatening Shout, Sprint, War Cry, and Battle Rage!
With one roar, Bul-Kathos's power reached a peak never before attained!
Oathkeeper in his left hand swept over his head, The Remorseless in his right swung from his waist!
Bash, Cleave, Rend, Overpower, Frenzy, Seismic Slam, and Bul-Kathos's most beloved Whirlwind!
These slashing skills fused into one furnace. Frost, Lightning, and Fire rose upon the two weapons!
Bul-Kathos had fully achieved the path he envisioned at the start!
Skills combined at will, no longer constrained by the form of the skill.
The runes of all skills were mastered and became his own power!
The storm wrapped lightning and frost, while blazing fire flashed on the periphery!
Cold and heat fused together. Wind, snow, thunder, and lightning drove him to stomp heavily, twist his waist, and swing his arms!
The two weapons smashed onto the great face of the Rings of Akhaten. This giant star, symbolizing the Rule itself, was split open down the middle!
"Devour existence? Then create!? That world will no longer have anything that has already vanished!"
Bul-Kathos stomped again. This time he added the unification of the stomping skills used before. The massive reaction force travelled through his strong body straight into the weapons in his hands!
Spin again!
The two weapons landed vertically on Akhaten's body!
With this blow, the giant star, already covered in cracks, shattered completely.
Countless fragments whistled as they traced myriad trajectories, scattering away!
Then, the centermost fragment—looking like a gem emitting a yellowish halo—crashed straight into Bul-Kathos!
The Origin of the Rule of Devouring and Creation!
In the blink of an eye, this fragment climbed up Bul-Kathos's body like molten iron.
Then, it vanished into Bul-Kathos's skin!
The Devourer was devoured!
Bul-Kathos obtained a complete and powerful Rule!
As long as his soul was complete, he would become the incarnation of a brand-new Rule!
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