"You mean, you plan to hand the Time Stone into my hands?"
Bulcasso looked at the ancient one in front of him and asked in a somewhat fucked-up tone.
Then he looked up at the sky and saw that it was soon time to distribute the rewards.
It's just that Bulcaisuo is a little uninterested now.
"Perhaps I could bring you a watch, or a desk clock, too."
Ancient One looked at Bulcasso and spoke in a very calm manner.
Compared to having the time stone in his own hands, perhaps Bulcasso is more trustworthy.
When a person is too powerful to be limited, then the only thing that can limit him may be his morality.
At least for now, Bulkesso's morality is still protected. Moreover, it was impossible for Jotun Kule to snatch anything away from Bulkesso.
The ghost of a powerful ancient Nephalem, that's just a ghost.
Unlike the ancestral spirits who rely on the Holy Mountain for everything, even if he can move around without restraint, he cannot break through the limitations of his current body.
Infinite power cannot be swayed in large quantities, otherwise it will hurt the fragile soul.
This situation sounds like a joke.
"Let me think first."
Bulcasso glanced at Leiko who was watching the show and felt a little irritated.
Before, when Andalil was constantly interfering with his thoughts, he had never been as irritable as he is now.
A hasty decision may not necessarily lead to a wise outcome, and a rabbit killed on a tree stump may appear by chance.
Compared with "doing it", it is reasonable to think about it a little bit.
Just don't think too hard.
"I think it's pretty good. I mean the clock part."
Leiko smiled and nodded towards Gu.
Her interruption made Bulcasso, who was already having a headache, even more uncomfortable.
Leiko expressed her attitude, which was very troublesome.
After all, ignoring Leiko's opinion is not a good choice.
What's even more troublesome is that once someone questions Leiko, Kanuk will definitely appear from somewhere.
Canucks are more conscientious than hounds.
"I'm not a trash can, why do you always have to hand all these things to me?"
Bulcaisu stamped his feet in annoyance, expressing his dissatisfaction to Warusk below the ground.
Thinking about it carefully, after he made the original choice, it seemed as if he had been pushed forward by a pair of hands.
There seemed to be little choice along the way.
On the way to becoming stronger, Bulcaisuo had no time to observe the scenery. All he could see was disgusting flesh and blood and stumps.
In that fucked-up world, every normal person who can still think is precious.
There are too many guys who think too much and drive themselves crazy.
"Okay, I said crap."
Bulcaisel took a deep breath, then angrily took out Qualkirk's bitter wine and poured it into his mouth.
Now he may be able to understand some of Qualkek's bitterness better.
There is no choice at all, unless we give up the fight and give up our existence as a flag.
The ancestors knew very well that Bulcaisel would not give up.
That's why I trust him so much.
What can you gain by giving up?
Maybe in today's world, if you give up your efforts, you can get a warm bed that won't criticize or complain, but in a place of refuge, giving up is choosing the most miserable way to die.
As long as you are a warrior, few will give up.
"I will give you a clock. I think it would be a good choice to place it next to the throne of the Immortal King."
Gu Yi said with a smile.
A tacit understanding between a mage and a barbarian.
The Time Stone cannot be thrown on the ground like a stone. There must be a vessel to hold it.
A watch is a good choice, and a desk clock is great too.
At least these things would stop Bulcasso from looking up at the sun or moon to judge the time.
"Say it in advance! I won't be like that guy sitting on the throne every day. No matter the day or night, regardless of the cold or heat, it's like there is nowhere to go but the throne."
Burcasso slapped his thigh and roared, spilling some of the bitter wine in the earthen jar in his hand.
The wounds on his body that were not easy to heal burst open again.
The force he used was not small at all. If it hit Luke this time, he would probably have to pray that the medicine bottle would be able to be used.
Apart from being beaten into a pulp, Bulcaisuo really hadn't seen much of instant death.
Even Rorschach was able to save his head when it was shot before.
Warusk is now a guy who must not be named, which is even more fucked up.
"No one will rush to the throne of the Immortal King to act wild. Unless it is your child."
Leiko laughed twice.
He looked a little sad.
She thought of her own child, another tragedy.
Leiko's children were raised by others.
I haven’t even tasted breast milk.
Because Joriz died a little hastily at that time, Leiko could only drag her body after giving birth to hold up the banner of the Bull Tribe.
The child is Leiko's pain.
It was also something that fate showed to Leiko early on.
“A show that sucks, and we’re the actors.”
There were signs of gibberish in Bulqueso.
He took the blood bottle from his waist with some stiffness and poured it into his mouth.
Then silently poured the last bit of bitter wine into it.
Bulcaisuo expressed Leiko's anger and stuck the mountain-splitting ax in his hand heavily on the ground.
The end of the ax was thick enough to hold Qualkek's bitters.
"Just think of it as a memorial to Qualkirk."
Bulcaisel spoke in an inaudible voice.
It's just that the expression on his face is a bit complicated. This is not an expression that would be shown simply to commemorate someone.
Maybe bitterness can bring more aftertaste, or maybe after getting rid of bitterness, sweetness will come into your heart more easily?
Rest is always just a modified word.
Rest also means passing away, and gradually no one will remember the person's name.
"Nice idea, shifting the risk to the barbarians."
Jotun Kule was floating high on the Holy Mountain, thoughtfully observing everything happening below.
He did not hide his gaze, and he believed that Bulcasso knew what he had done.
But the current situation is not bad.
At least in the barbarian territory, Jotun Kule still has some face.
Jordan Kule cares about the power of the Time Stone!
Even more important than collecting the blood of the Nephalem.
The original Bul-Katho will not leave the barbarians, but when will he appear?
Jordan Kule was curious.
According to Jordan Kuller's investigation, that guy is not a character who obediently gives up everything.
That kind of possessiveness may be much stronger than what Warusk showed.
In another place in Harrogas, Johanna looked at Steve in front of her with some curiosity.
Time will definitely leave its mark on the things that exist, this is what her teacher once said when teaching her.
Johanna could prove it with the wrinkles on her face, and it was true.
But Steve can feel the traces of nearly a hundred years of time on his body, but his face and physical condition are still young.
After having come into contact with the humans in this world, Johanna certainly would not use her own inherent views to view the humans in this world.
Humility is also a Crusader virtue. It's a pity that this kind of humility only appears in places that have nothing to do with combat.
When fighting, this group always has a let me go attitude.
"What do you think is noble, Steve?"
Johanna looked at Captain America in front of her, took a closer look at the shields that had turned into pieces and frowned.
Most of the Crusader's shields are specially made tower shields, and round shields are difficult to meet the combat needs of this group.
Besides, compared to flails and swords, shields are a bit weak as weapons.
Implementing one's beliefs requires rougher means.
"Sacrifice is noble."
Steve's tone was very calm, which reminded Johanna of the atmosphere in the Temple of the Brave.
Those guys sound like that most of the time.
"Noble sacrifice is the privilege of the strong. When you are weak, accepting protection and doing what you can will make you do your best.
Steve, what would you do when you faced a more powerful enemy? "
Johanna asked with curiosity.
Even though Steve has gained her approval, the understanding has only just begun.
Moreover, Johanna learned from Bulcasso that Steve was stepped on by Diavolo.
She couldn't help but worry.
It is difficult for outsiders to understand the feelings of a person wrapped in fear and despair.
Perhaps at this time, even a pill of venlafaxine is more effective than the comfort of someone who cannot empathize.
"I will fight. After all, fighting only requires courage, not strength."
Steve raised his head, his blue eyes seeming to glow.
"Then tell me, what did you think when you faced Diavolo?"
The power of law has risen under Johanna's feet, ready to provide Steve with a rough psychological treatment at any time.
Rough means pain, and there is no guarantee of absolute effectiveness.
Even within the Crusaders, they felt powerless against such a thing.
At the moment when faith is shattered, it would be a good result if everyone just ignored it.
In a world filled with demons, there are also many corrupted Crusaders.
And they are more deadly than those demons whose attack methods are relatively simple.
If there is any group that has the most corrupted people, it is probably the Crusaders, Paladins and Templars.
"I saw the mother and son that I wanted to save, and I don't regret it. Although I'm still scared."
Steve's voice remained firm.
Johanna also felt a little more relieved.
It would be a red flag if Steve said he never felt scared.
As long as normal people are afraid when facing Diavolo, it has nothing to do with whether they are strong or not.
Fear is the innate rule of life.
"Then become stronger."
Johanna said this and took out a heavy shield from her backpack.
Johanna's defense!
Abd al-Hazir, the foul-mouthed barbarian, knew the owner of this shield.
But it's a pity that the Johanna he knows is not the one in front of him, but this Johanna's teacher.
Abdul Hazir always thought that the name Johanna was going to be removed from the list of the Crusaders.
This shield is very strong and is suitable for use by the Crusaders when they are weak.
The first three enemies hit by the Blessed Hammer skill will receive 2.5 times increased damage.
This shield is not an imitation, but the first piece of equipment that each Johanna gave to her disciples.
It means inheritance.
As for Abdul Hazir, he was already dead when Malsayil arrived.
Together with Scylla, who escaped the destruction of Sescheron.
The devastated Harrogath has no unharmed survivors.
This is much more tragic than anything the Brave Temple has experienced.
"Perhaps you will be named Johanna in I don't know how long. I'm looking forward to it."
Johanna said this and put the shield into Steve's hand.
"Maybe I should teach you how to use the Blessing Hammer. The training you need cannot be completed in a day or two. Fortunately, you still have time."
Johanna smiled, as warm as sunshine.
Of course, there is still time for the new recruits.
For these Nephalem, sacrifice is the privilege of the strong!
Before Bulcaisel falls, before Johanna falls, before Leiko falls!
The Nephalem will do their best to protect these new recruits who need to grow.
After experiencing a battlefield with demons, it is time for new recruits to drop the somewhat joking term "recruit" and be called warriors.
"To be honest, I don't really like the fact that I will be called 'Johanna' one day. I find it difficult to accept this name."
Steve twitched his lips and took over the inheritance from Johanna, who was younger than him.
This is considered a good wish.
After all, as long as Johanna is alive, he can always use the name "Steve Rogers".
The inheritance of the Holy Crusaders does not value bloodline as much as the barbarians.
What they value is belief.
The blood of the nephalem is just the key to unlocking the door to power.
What the Crusader's secret realm obtained was not the gradually enriching blood of the Nephalem, but the condensation of the power of faith of the Crusaders of all ages.
Therefore, the Crusaders of Johanna's lineage are all called Johanna, even though they inherit the legendary set of the Crusaders called Orena.
…
Loki appeared in New York lightly.
But this time he did not return to the sanctuary.
It wasn't that he had any objections to the cow named Mike, even though the abominable cow had severely pressed his dignity as a "god" to the ground.
He has a plan big enough to leave the entire planet in the hands of the greater world-destroying Titan Thanos.
After being thoroughly brainwashed, Loki no longer even had the basic ability to distinguish.
In addition to the "balance of the universe" that was taken out as a memorial arch, Thanos' purpose is also the idea of bringing death and making death happy.
But now Thanos has a higher goal.
For example, collect the six famous Infinity Stones to give the world a hard time.
It would be better to wait until he actually sits on the supreme throne to consider the question of whether he will feel lonely when he is the strongest.
