Rorschach still held the Hammer of Judgment with a dazed look, while Bulcaisel sat on the throne with his head tilted, like the posture of Volusk in the past.
Immortal King, a tragic title of king.
This throne may not be any better than the throne of Khanduras.
Bulcaisel felt tired that he hadn't felt in a long time.
It didn't come from the body, but from a kind of confusion deep in the heart.
"Warusk, are you lonely?"
Bulcaisel tapped the broken armrest of the throne with his hand and asked casually.
Even if he didn't expect to hear Warusk's answer.
lonely?
Of course it's lonely.
After thousands of years of indifference, there is not much communication with other beings.
Instead of describing it as lonely, it is better to think about why Warusk did not fall into madness in the long loneliness.
Warmth began to emanate from the throne, making Bulcasso increasingly tired.
Thinking about it carefully, this barbarian who is called the strongest seems to have never slept peacefully.
The two original legends fell to Bulcaisuo's hands, pierced the ground, and got stuck there.
Bul-Katho's Blood of Champions and Bul-Katho's Solemn Oath.
Two original legends.
A gift from the first ancestors.
When Bulkesso pinches these two legendary handles, it means that the ceremony to become the Immortal King has begun.
Bulcaisel tilted his head and supported his cheek with his hands, making the gesture that Volusk always liked.
Looking at the two legends, he was a little lost.
Even though he had imitated these two legendary heavy weapons more than once, this was the second time he actually saw these two glorious weapons.
The first time was when he had contact with his first ancestors.
"Symbol of victory? Is this what the clansmen use to describe you?"
Bulcaisel spoke to the two legends in front of him like a madman.
Although the weapon cannot speak, the flickering light seems to be responding to Bulcaisel's questions.
"It's such a boring thing to put in your heart. Didn't the first generation fail? Or is there anyone on the Holy Mountain who hasn't failed except me?"
Bulcaisel said in a self-deprecating tone.
He put his hands on his knees, his eyes a little cold.
Trust is easier said than done.
Even for the ancestor who established the strength of the barbarians, Bulcaisuo did not have much trust.
Most of the ancestors of the Holy Mountain are familiar to Bulkesso, so they have trust.
But what can be trusted about an ancestor who has long since disappeared from everyone's sight?
Do you just rely on those ancient legends and fragmentary records?
It's almost like a joke.
Bulcaisuo said, stretched out his hands and grasped the two legends.
The emerald green light seemed to boil in an instant, filled with burning heat.
The original legend should have given power, but that power was nothing to Bulcaisuo now.
At most, it can be considered a formal meal?
The power of time surged through Bulcasso's body, and he felt a sense of spying.
It was as if someone was secretly observing, which made him a little annoyed.
A blue crack appeared on the wall behind the Elder's Temple, and a familiar light appeared on the other end.
Bulcaisuo was not going to let go and observe those accidents. The inheritance of the Immortal King was continuing.
There is nothing more important than that right now.
Visions of the First Ancestor will appear, and then Volusk will make his last appearance in existence.
It's just that there seems to be something missing from Bulcasso's body.
For example, a formal suit.
The wasteland suit symbolizing the wrath of the wasteland worn by the first ancestor and the Immortal King suit worn by Volusk both look good.
At least it reveals some dignity.
Now Bulcaisuo's body was exposed, with only a skirt and armor tied around the waist by a belt.
barefoot, spreading,
There is no trace of the majesty of a king.
Some are just as barbaric as the name barbarian.
The scars on the body are beating a little bit, and then disappear.
Only the red war marks were left on the chest.
"I never thought that barbarians would one day not even be able to wear armor."
A surprised voice came slowly.
The image of the first ancestor appeared on the side of the throne, speaking in a tone of distress for the child.
Bulcasso rolled his eyes, pinned the two legends on his waist, smoothed the messy hair on his head, and showed the scarlet dark soul stone to the first generation ancestor.
"I never thought that one day the barbarians would need a temporarily vacant cage to become the immortal king."
Bulkesso said.
His eyes were filled with contempt.
The first generation ancestors represent many things, such as traditions and the like, and they can always be lined up in a long line.
But the past and present are no longer the same.
Two Bulkesso.
They appeared in the same place across a long period of time.
Then they looked at each other with disgust.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
The first generation ancestor said so.
He sat on the ground helplessly, stretched out his hand and knocked on the ground.
Then he showed a surprised look again.
"Why does this holy mountain only have such a small accumulation of power? I remember that my body was left on the holy mountain. It is impossible for that power alone to make the holy mountain appear so weak!"
Shodai pressed.
His eyes were a little confused.
"You are talking about the Holy Mountain of Arreat, and this is the Holy Mountain of Harrogath."
Bulcasso said casually, lying back and leaning on the back of the throne.
It's rude, and there's nothing dignified about it.
But this was better than the shit Volusk did on the throne.
Fortunately, Warusk would wipe those marks silently every time when he was alone.
Just like a psycho.
"My body is ruined?"
The first generation ancestor said so.
Then he stood up again, and now he began to look at Bulcaisuo carefully.
"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."
"Bulkeso."
"What's wrong?"
"I said, my name is Bulcasso."
The brief conversation fell into silence.
The first generation ancestor here was just a newly awakened consciousness and was not clear about many things.
At least he didn't know what happened after he left this consciousness.
It's just a consciousness. It comes out just to tell Bulcaisuo some important information.
"I remember, the last time I came out, the guy I saw was called Warusk?"
The first generation ancestor had to find a topic to keep the conversation going.
"Vorusk is now under the Holy Mountain, doing what the Great Elder should do."
As Bulcaisel spoke, he opened a wound on his arm and poured Qualkek's bitter wine into his mouth.
Some wine was spilled. After all, hardship is never synonymous with comfort.
"You are a little different from what I imagined."
The first generation said so.
Then connected to Warusk's consciousness.
He needed some information from his successor on what was going to happen next.
A conscious body without power is quite useless to be honest.
After all, the first generation ancestors were never known for their wisdom.
Even in the written records that boasted about him, they never praised his wisdom.
There are just a lot of mentions of him being good at forging and possessing great strength.
Perhaps even the scribes who recorded his great achievements didn't know how to boast about something that was unfounded.
Burcasso drank silently, then smiled.
Rorschach's transformation is almost over.
He could already feel the connection between Rorschach and the sacred mountain at his feet.
Soon, these will officially begin.
"Okay, Bulcaisel. I'm still a little uncomfortable saying my name."
The consciousness of the first generation ancestors became serious.
It seems that he already knows a lot from Warusk.
Including the fact that his true self has recognized the name Bulkesso.
"I thought I could tell you how to wake me up instead of telling you the worst news."
The first generation said so.
"Even if you tell me how to wake you up, I probably won't follow it. Besides, your body is already ruined."
Bulkesso said.
With some arrogance.
"The world doesn't need two Bulkesso."
The first generation ancestor was stunned by Bulcaisuo's words.
He couldn't figure out why.
Could it be that after a long period of time, the barbarians could no longer accept living barbarians with the same name?
"I've been in contact with you personally and he approved of that."
Bulcaisel continued.
The crack behind him became a little bigger.
"Have you mastered the power of time?"
The first generation ancestor then turned his attention to the crack and asked with some thought.
He was not going to press the question about the name any further.
"Almost, but not that one."
Without even looking, Bulcasso raised his hand and pointed at the crack behind him with his thumb.
"The power of time is more powerful than you imagine, so what bad news do you want to tell me?
I also want to inform those dead ghosts that I have become the Immortal King. "
Bulcaisel said with an uninterested look.
"Well, Rasma controls part of that fate."
The first generation ancestor spread his hands and said this.
In his opinion, this news was enough for Bulcaisel to sit there upright.
This is big news.
"Which part? Playing with fate or showing fate?"
Bulcaisel still looked listless.
The news is okay.
"By the way, have I told you about Diavolo becoming the Great Demon God?"
Bulcaisel said lazily.
On the contrary, the first ancestor walked up to him in one step, pressed his shoulders with both hands and became nervous.
"Are you serious!?"
This is why the first generation ancestors were not excited.
What the Great Demon God represents is half of the Creator God.
This basically becomes a guy on the same level as the Seven-Headed Evil Dragon.
This is the kind of news that must be taken seriously.
"Yes, I just chopped off his dog...his head."
Bulcaisel originally wanted to say "dog head", but suddenly remembered that the body used by the Great Demon God was Leah's, so he had to change his mind.
"Bulkasso! You bastard!"
The first ancestor's curse words were choked in his throat because his name was also "Bulkeso".
Cursing others is equivalent to cursing yourself, but that's okay.
"Huh~ It seems you are powerful enough."
The first generation ancestor took a deep breath that belonged to the shadow, although there was no airflow at all.
Ghosts probably can't breathe.
This action is really useful for calming down your mood.
"Tell me, if it was just such bad news, you would probably have told Warusk long ago."
Bulcasso became a little more serious and looked at the figure in front of him.
"Rasma held the part that manipulated fate that I couldn't have said."
The first generation ancestor spoke slowly and leisurely, keeping his eyes on Bulcasso.
As if trying to determine something.
"Honestly, if you don't trust me, you can ask Warusk to tell me."
Bulcasso said nonchalantly.
Just like he couldn't trust the first-generation ancestor who had been separated for who knows how many years, the first-generation ancestor wouldn't trust him easily.
These guys have seen too many intrigues.
But the first-generation ancestors would still believe in Volusk no matter what, and Volusk would trust Bulkesso.
Bulcaisel's words reminded the first-generation ancestors that he became the Immortal King because of popular expectations, not because he had to make a choice because there were only a few barbarians left.
Perhaps there was such a misunderstanding because his dress did not look too solemn.
Fortunately, time is not urgent, so there is no need to make a long story short.
"At that time, we followed my mother and started killing other angels and demons who stayed in the sanctuary. Their bodies were all taken away by Rasma. When I was fighting with Rasma, I realized that he had mastered the destiny. Part of the power.”
The first generation ancestor was already speaking slowly, as if he was reminiscing.
"I know that you have some power over life. So don't just say that Rasma did something disgusting."
Bulkesso said with some dissatisfaction.
There are no detailed records of what happened at that time, but judging from the fact that the first-generation ancestors had control over life, it seems that those humans who were not the children of Inaris and Lilith were often used for research.
Vasily and the first-generation Bulkesso jointly held the power of life, and their separation must have something to do with this.
As for Rathma, a necromancer who pursues balance, how could he give up something like the power of life that explores life and death?
"Well, it seems like you talked a lot with the real me."
The first generation ancestor felt a headache after a long absence, although the dead souls cannot get sick.
But as spiritual beings, these guys feel what they think.
"Rasma almost took away my share, but Vasily's share basically fell into Rasma's hands."
The first generation said so.
Then he looked at the carefree Bulcasso with some doubts.
He knew from Warusk how powerful the guy in front of him was, but he still felt a little doubtful.
A strong person should have some style, rather than being so casual.
He looked like his ancestors didn't even notice him.
"Don't think about it. I respect all ancestors, but I don't respect you very much, especially since you are just a consciousness."
Burquetso gave his answer directly.
Perhaps it was because the appearance of the first generation ancestor was a bit easy to figure out, so Bulcasso guessed what this guy was thinking.
"Because I gave you the responsibility?"
The first generation ancestors were somewhat concerned about this reason.
He never thought that he would be despised by his descendants.
"No, I look down on you because of what they call the Three Idiots, namely Madoc and the others."
Burquetso gave the answer directly.
Of course he knew the necessity of Madoc and the three of them as gatekeepers, and he was not annoyed because they were the gatekeepers.
But for something else in the gatekeeper.
The responsibility to support the first generation ancestors!
Before the Holy Mountain of Arreat was destroyed, that is, when the bodies of the first generation ancestors were still sleeping on the Holy Mountain.
The three ancestors who are still alive will no longer become stronger.
The power of the bloodline was used to support that sleeping body!
This was the reason for Bulkesso's dissatisfaction.
Sacrificing others is always sad.
This is what the first ancestors did.
"Talik and the others?"
Chudai said with some surprise.
In this conversation, it was revealed how much Bulkesso and the first ancestors valued the gatekeepers.
The first generation ancestors cared more about Talik, while Bulqaso cared more about Madoc.
As for Kolik, he doesn't need other people's attention and recognition.
That's a guy who just wants to go his own way.
"I didn't use evidence of shame to influence their will!"
The first-generation ancestor said something a little remarkable, which made Bulcasso's eyes become dangerous.
Bulcaisel had always been a little concerned that the weapon of Proof of Shame was obviously not something that Tarik had invented out of thin air, but he had never been able to ask where this legendary weapon came from.
Now that he had the answer, it actually made his anger rise.
The impact of that evil legend started from the moment it was exposed to it.
The first generation said that they did not use the legend, but Bulcaisuo didn't believe it.
"Really, I just gave Tarik a choice."
As the first ancestor said this, Bulcaisuo's eyes became more and more dangerous.
An option?
Most of the time the choice is forced.
Bulcaisel no longer wanted to worry about the choice.
The anger in his body passed through the two heavy weapons at his waist, and began to blow up a storm in the room.
Whirlwind can sometimes be released without using a weapon.
For example, the moment a war cry is issued, the anger will be connected with all the equipment on the body.
At this time, as long as you assume the posture of using Whirlwind and start spinning, you can create the same level of strong wind even with bare hands.
Perhaps this is also the case when it starts spinning the moment it passes through the portal.
The point is to connect the anger to everything about you.
If Bulcaisso wanted, he could even wave his hand to create a whirlwind.
The conversation with the first generation ancestor was obviously not a pleasant thing.
At least not at all now!
