With the appearance of Bulcaisuo, he appeared in the eyes of the ancestors.
The sacred mountain of Harrogas finally has some life.
But all the visions of life point to Craig who is sleeping!
He is the authority of life, and at this time, Karasim's soul has begun to merge with this sad man!
In Craig's consciousness, Karasim split into two figures, sitting cross-legged with each other.
Karasim and Vandaloni!
Opposite them is the Immortal Mr. Craig!
"The glory of the gods will last forever."
Vandaloni opened his eyes and looked at the two people around him.
The power of the legendary monk is constantly exuding from his body, which contains the skills he has mastered after thousands of tempers.
"The glory of Eta will last forever."
Karasim raised his fists, and the buckles of his two gloves made a gentle clashing sound.
Like a bell.
"What's going on here?"
Craig looked at the two monks in front of him, a little panicked.
The body continues to exude a green light.
"Your body is enough to support our existence, but reincarnation does not mean that we occupy your body."
Vandaloni lowered his head and spoke softly.
A shadow was constantly moving behind him, and skills other than boxing such as Seven Phase Fist, Exploding Palm, Phantom Body Art, and Golden Bell Break were constantly being demonstrated.
The cover-up at this time lacked the determination and anger he had when he hit Ozil.
The function of the monk originally existed to communicate with the gods.
Vandaloni's approach should be said to be a Taoist teaching.
Following the movement of the shadow, Vandaloni's body floated gently.
The sacred aura that was independent of what the Crusaders knew slowly became richer, exuding a quiet fragrance.
"Reincarnation means that you will understand all the skills we know and feel the blessings of the gods as you continue to grow.
It's just that you can't obtain this power through blood yet. "
Karasim raised his head and looked at his fists, which seemed to be filled with gods, making his expression peaceful and heavy.
Waves of fist-piercing sounds came from his body, ranging from a relaxed sound to a continuous roar.
The dull sound of the fist hitting the demon was no longer noisy at this time, but showed calmness.
The monk Karasim, who is good at boxing, used the Vandaloni in his previous life to integrate the Phantom Body Technique and skills other than boxing.
It's just that in the previous battle, he hadn't had time to show his fighting style.
The sounds of Thunder Light Fist, Chongxin Fist, Jinjin Jue and Hundred Splitting Fist echoed continuously.
Only sounds can be heard, but no shadows can be seen demonstrating these four boxing techniques.
"Craig, we will become one, but you will still be you."
Fandaloni took over the conversation and spoke leisurely.
He knew that what needed to be explained had already been informed to the barbarians.
Now he can continue practicing as a guide.
Everything about the monks has not yet been entrusted to the weak Craig, but the power of life can awaken their souls, allowing the two legendary monks to exist and fight in a manner similar to the barbarian ancestors.
"What should, I mean what should I do?"
Like a frightened hamster, Craig looked at the two monks in front of him with some trembling.
After obtaining the memory of the monk with the help of Leoric, he probably understood what happened to him.
It's just that this is an unfamiliar experience, so I feel intimidated.
"Don't do anything and wait for the day when you can communicate with the gods."
Fandaloni said this, and his body turned into a ray of light and rushed into Craig's body.
The first step in reincarnation is to turn a flame from Craig's soul, and then use himself as fuel to continuously illuminate this soul.
Burn away the impurities and become pious.
"The gods are within you."
Karasim smiled, turning into a soft sound that melted into Craig's body.
Outside, Bulcasso looked at the changes on the holy mountain with a serious expression.
"Now you have an immortal king! So do what needs to be done!"
Bulcaisuo shouted, and a stronger light came from the gate of the Holy Mountain!
As if echoing.
The Holy Mountain of Harrogath is no longer the Holy Mountain of Arreat.
Everything here is brand new, and there is no body of the first generation ancestor being pressed at the bottom.
There is no guidance from the half-asleep soul.
It’s just that you won’t be free in the end.
The souls of the ancestors can still only stay in this place, existing through persistence and unfulfilled wishes.
Feed back the Holy Mountain with your soul, just to keep that insignificant bit.
"Bulkasso! Protect me!"
The ancestors roared one after another like the roar of the mountains and the sea.
There is no fanaticism, just reverence and hope for the future.
The Immortal King is not just a title, but a long enough period of peace.
Every Immortal King can bring this!
And Bulkesso is the most powerful one!
"I'd like to interrupt. No offense, but I can't wait any longer on this issue."
The somewhat thin old man looked at every change on the holy mountain, patted Bulcasso's shoulder blade and asked:
"Where is this place and how did I get here? By the way, you can call me war."
The old man was a little sad when he said "war".
The old face became tense.
Barbarians are dangerous enough in his eyes.
Even more dangerous than those endless Daleks.
Because these beings are human beings!
In the mage's sanctuary, a frightened and frail voice sounded.
"The Immortal King has arrived!"
Sonya opened her eyes in the New York Sanctuary and shouted these words immediately!
She felt the presence of the holy mountain and established a connection with those ancestors.
When she was in Sanctuary, she had lost all contact with her ancestors, and this feeling of regaining something made her excited.
Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, but he still struggled to stand up!
In the previous battle, she could not even summon the unconscious shadows of the three ancestors.
That moment meant Sonya's power was greatly weakened.
It was precisely for this reason that she chose to take the risk to find the body of her first ancestor.
But the final result was that it was used as a sacrifice and hung on a pillar, waiting for the arrival of Lilith.
【Mathail! It was Malthael who sent me here! What purpose does he have! He wants to find Bulcasso through me? Or simply want me to leave that place! ? 】
Sonya's mind was racing with thoughts.
But I couldn't get an answer!
As an out-and-out genius among the barbarians, if Sonya lacked anything, it would only be facing failure.
Sonya didn't even see enough setbacks on her growth path.
This has to include her invitation to a fight with Bulcasso.
Sonya is so strong that she has never experienced failure.
Until the day when the Holy Mountain of Harrogas disappeared into the Sanctuary!
"Ma'am, I think you need treatment now."
Wang looked at Sonya who was still vomiting blood after sitting up suddenly, and said with some uneasiness.
As a mage who had met Bulkatho, he recognized Sonya's identity as a barbarian almost instantly.
It's just not a good time for small talk.
"I will repay the damage caused, but now I have more important things to do!"
Sonya stood up with difficulty, pressing the wound on her abdomen with her palms.
The wound from Rasma's bleeding had not yet healed, but Sonya could not wait any longer for treatment.
The medicine bottle had no effect on them as the Holy Mountain left.
After all, the rules of life have been taken away from the hands of the world.
Sonya opened a portal precariously.
She is now going to meet the new Immortal King!
Look who it is, there is Bulcasso's aura in his body, but it is no longer the familiar power!
Sonya wouldn't believe Bulkesso's disappearance until she saw it with her own eyes.
Sonya needs to verify this change personally.
It's just that her body is unusually weak.
The first ancestor used her blood to become a sacrifice to awaken Lilith.
Even if Sonya's life is saved, Sonya will not be grateful!
The backup tactics left behind by the first generation Bulcaisu all pointed to the cruel truth.
The existing barbarians will only worship the first generation Bulkatho as a god, and there will be no one who regards him as a trustworthy immortal king!
Now, the new Immortal King has been born!
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High heaven.
Israel smiled as he looked at Yizuer whose body no longer changed.
He sat in the center of the Angris Council, quietly observing the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
The reappearance of the Immortal King is good news.
Because this temporarily dispelled Israel's intention to point the finger at the barbarians.
He can't bear Bulkesso's anger now, but he won't be able to bear it soon!
Because the soul of an angel has returned to the higher heaven! Ozil was recovering bit by bit, but he had no intention of helping.
Ozir was a follower of Malthael, and Israel didn't think he could change the Burning Angel's ways.
But he could make some preparations for Malthael's arrival.
Or stand clearly opposite the Soul Reaver to gain more things.
The new world meant he had more choices and didn't have to contend with those demons.
There is no need to rush to plot those Nephalem who touch the position of gods.
As for what the original world had become, he already understood it when he escaped from that place.
Selfishness is something that archangels find difficult to give up.
Especially for balancing this guy with a strong need for control!
"Yizur, prepare a gift, and then go to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath at the right time.
I don't want Bulcaisel to come to the High Heavens when he saves you.
This place is sacred and vast, but there is no place that can accommodate the children of demons like the Nephalem. "
Israel took out the parchment in his hand and kept writing.
He gave instructions to Yizuer without raising his head.
Yizuer nodded, but his movements were a little slow.
"Then, collect a portion of the devil's flesh and blood and put it into Ozir's origin. I want to know how Malthael would treat a devil who became an angel."
Israel placed the quill on the table and faced Yizuer.
Balance and wisdom are not in harmony either.
Especially after the Archangel of Balance killed the human Tyrael!
Wisdom that has lost justice is still powerful, because wisdom has moved to a higher place.
But the power of justice still exists and cannot be forgotten in the corner.
Ozil will recover.
It's just that he, Israel, needs to decide the time of recovery.
As for when the High-level Heaven will start to expand its members, it depends on when Bulkeso will give his attitude as the aloof Immortal King.
Threats or warnings don't matter.
As long as Bul-Katho arrives, Israel will have a way to convince the new Immortal King.
You can even try to seize life in this world.
Planning should always be forward-looking.
Challenge your wits once in calculation, and then try to control the barbarians in the name of balance.
This is a great enough goal.
As long as the gods of this world can recognize him!
The chaotic competition is about to begin, and Yisrael is the one who has the last laugh.
Balance is what all the world seeks.
It will neither perish nor be reborn.
Nothing lost, nothing gained.
Israel intends to use this idea to save the world.
All sacrifices are worth it.
