Who, as a human being, would give their whole heart to angels and demons who are above them?
Even if there are, they are probably the kind that have never been seen before.
At least the Nephalem will not treat angels and demons wholeheartedly. After all, the ugliness of these guys has long been exposed to humans.
At this time, several ancestors were gathering together and whispering on the top of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
To say it was a whisper meant that their conversation would not be leaked.
The savages themselves are already used to things like voices.
"What are you doing! Why should I decide the matter between your three ancestors!?"
Kahn was waving the sword in his hand dissatisfied, his face dark.
A strong man is never carved out of a mold.
Even though these guys are barely on the same side in terms of stance, their respective wills are equally firm and unshakable.
Kahn couldn't understand why Madoc would want him to take over the responsibilities of the three ancestors.
After all, the accusation made by the three ancestors is not something that can be replaced by just replacing someone.
Kahn's intuition told him that Maddock had some plan, and Maddock had no confidence in it, otherwise he would not have made such arrangements.
"Ahem! You know, my soul was seriously injured before, but now I am no match for Korik and Talik."
Madoc coughed as he spoke.
There was a bit of teasing on his face.
Such an expression makes it more difficult for others to discern his true inner thoughts, but it is obvious that there is some conspiracy.
Kahn can guarantee it with his sword fighting!
So he rolled his eyes and glanced at Cassius who was standing a little further away.
The attitude of "Cassius, please say something" is a bit ridiculous.
"Do you believe it? Cassius? Anyway, I don't believe it!"
As Kahn said this, he smashed the sword in his hand directly towards Madoc's head and face.
This posture of wielding the sword is not a fighting one, but a testing one.
After all, using a sword as a hammer is not a formal usage.
"I don't believe it either, this bastard Madoc always likes to lie to people."
Cassius stroked his beard and nodded in approval.
After saying these two sentences, Kahn's attack landed on Madoc's head without any hindrance, making a clear sound.
Obviously the quality of this pair of swords is very good, otherwise they would not be able to make such a beautiful sound.
"I said, do you feel the souls of the first generation ancestors?"
Olongus sat cross-legged on a stone on one side, holding a large sculpture in his hand, which looked like himself.
The fighting method of boulder throwing is not just about taking out a generally round stone, but such a stone can make the attack come faster.
On the other side, after the first generation of Bulcaisu was taken care of by Rasma, that kind of fluctuation has been passed to the hearts of these ancestors.
That kind of palpitating feeling coming from the depths of the soul is also a lot of pressure for barbarians.
"The first ancestor? He is a good man."
Madoc said after sighing.
Good people are not the same as good "people".
The first generation of Bulcaisona was the latter.
As for whether he wanted to announce to his parents that he had entered a rebellious period or to protect his brothers, Madoc didn't care at all.
He only cares about whether his friend has become that guy's target.
Although Bulcaisuo didn't say it, the Holy Mountain had already seen it.
A small group of souls from the first generation wanted to occupy Bulcaisel's powerful body. Such an approach was not something Mardoc could accept.
The glory of our ancestors needs successors so that the legend can be passed down forever.
But this does not mean that barbarians should strangely take on the bodies of their ancestors!
There is no level of human beings in life itself!
Of course, the powerful can make demands and set rules on the weak.
But the value of life is not something measured by these gadgets.
Barbarians pay attention to this thing.
"There are a lot of good people in this world. Nirasek was also a good person before he turned into a devil."
Cassius was a little dissatisfied.
He doesn't like this kind of brain-using thing, but simple fighting and killing can better show his value.
But if the first generation ancestor is a good person, he doesn't quite agree with it.
Even if he taught the forging technology to primitive humans, Cassius would not treat him differently.
He fights with his fists and doesn't care about swords or anything like that.
"Good people may not necessarily do good things. The first generation ancestor is dead." Kahn made additional explanations and looked at Madoc with a somewhat evil look: "Is there any inevitable connection between this and your desire for me to take over?"
Apparently he was still dissatisfied with Maddock's statement.
"Of course not, it's just that I plan to take some time off. I was seriously injured, so I can only hand over the most important accusation to a trustworthy guy.
So between you and Kalju, the Sword Master sounds more impressive than the Shield Master. "
Madoc said with a toothy smile.
"Your flattery means nothing to me. I don't care about these things anyway."
In fact, it was somewhat effective, at least Kahn was quite happy. But things got a little weird after that.
"You mean, the first ancestors will appear where we are?"
Cassius rubbed his chin and said with a depressed expression.
By this time things were quite clear.
Sonya's body contains the blood of the first generation, and this thing like will... This place is called Harrogath.
Who knows if the first ancestors will suddenly appear on the holy mountain.
Although Sonya and Natsubo, who showed up and left in a hurry, both said that the first generation of will subjects were in the original world.
But be afraid of the eventuality in everything.
What if is not good news in most cases.
"What Madoc means is, when that guy appears in front of us, should we listen to Bulkesso's command or him."
Olongus crushed the sculpture in his hand.
The gravel fell to the ground and blended into the land of the Holy Mountain.
Olongus' words contained a strong flavor of disdain.
The first-generation ancestors are still too far away, and the current Bulcasso can see them more clearly.
The unknown guy always makes everything more subtle.
"Will you listen to others? When haven't we ourselves decided what to do and what not to do?"
The swords in Kahn's hands collided together, making a series of banging sounds.
As soon as Kahn's words came out, several guys present calmed down.
Barbarians have minds of their own.
The Immortal King can set some rules, but enforcement has always been a problem.
Men should choose for themselves what to believe and what not to believe.
Each of these rough guys is as stubborn as a brick on their neck.
Those who cannot do this have long been corrupted, and they will not be able to appear on the holy mountain in this form.
"I've said it a long time ago. It's a delusion to rely on self-awareness to bring peace to the world. I still want to beat people up."
Cassius took a few steps forward, stood in front of Madoc and bent down.
The height difference is still a bit big, so only in this way can the two look at each other.
"It won't be long before the first generation of ancestors appear. I can feel it."
Madoc said feebly, his eyes becoming blurry.
"Hahaha! So funny! You finally learned my sense of humor!"
Cassius laughed, but he was the only one laughing.
"What's wrong? Didn't Madoc lose his identity as a prophet after his death? Or do you all know it, but I don't know!?"
After hearing what Cassius said, Olongus, who had a good relationship with him, helplessly pressed his forehead.
"Cassius, Madoc is the gatekeeper selected by the first ancestor, and the three ancestors can all feel some of that guy's state.
Please, can you think carefully before you say something you think is funny? "
Olongus stood up directly. If he hadn't been able to defeat Cassius, this place would have been filled with boulders.
While Madok was talking to these ancestors, Talik finally went to work at the gate of the Holy Mountain.
"Korik, do you think Bulcaisel can allow us to continue?"
Tarik said to Korik who was about to leave next to him, his eyes a little confused.
"Which one do you mean?"
Korik paused and asked.
This question is nonsense, the ancestors all know which one he is talking about.
But it seems a bit inappropriate to talk about this kind of topic.
"The one who is constantly running around to become stronger. I guess he has probably found something interesting now."
Talik had to cooperate with Korik in performing.
That's all there is to enjoy on the Holy Mountain.
"I think I am more familiar with the guy you are talking about. Although he is a bit weird, I am more willing to believe it than the one who lives in the legend."
After finishing speaking, Korik left the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Now he is going to find Madok. He has something to discuss with Madok.
Talik took out the Token of Shame and looked at it in front of him, saying nothing to Korik anymore.
This legend has been with him for who knows how many years, giving him new ideas every time he sees it.
"Shame? Maybe so. After all, that's the Demon King of Hell."
Talik muttered to himself, not paying attention to Kalqiu who was just behind the gate of the Holy Mountain.
The accusation of gatekeeper is like a curse, even while they are still alive, they have little freedom.
There is only one way for them to leave the gate of the Holy Mountain, and that is to let Bulkesso use the Summon of the Ancestors.
Only Bulcaisuo can completely shout their will into the world outside the Holy Mountain.
Being a gatekeeper is not fun at all, but it is full of glory.
Even though this glory can be traced back to the will of the first generation ancestors, the most praiseworthy thing is the gatekeeper's own thoughts.
This position is the best boast.
…
Wayne now returned to his Batcave, followed by Craig.
Ah Fu was cleaning up the place and showed no expression when he saw Wayne returning.
This Ah Fu doesn't have red hair, nor does he have a lot of dirty talk.
He's not going to destroy a parking lot with a tornado.
All he knows is that as an elder, he will continue to help his dream.
The method is to accompany you for a long time, but in the end it will not go anywhere for a long time.
All he has in him is the goodwill and responsibility of an elder.
"I must say this place doesn't look very comfortable. It's too humid and I don't really like the place."
As Craig said this, his eyes kept looking back and forth at everything around him with excitement.
At this time, he seemed a little out of touch.
"That's an illusion."
Wayne's cold reply let Craig know he was in trouble.
"Do you wake up from this place every day? It looks and feels very ordinary. But it's better than me before.
At that time, I had to work multiple jobs every day and couldn't see where I had hope. But I didn't expect that my lover would face the most difficult choice faster than me. "
Craig's true nature as "Craig" begins to come back to life.
Now he has finally gotten rid of the influence of Vandaloni and Karasim.
At least it's a lot more lively.
The way he used to only focus on boxing was not in line with his habits at all.
Wayne looked at Craig with a strange expression on his face, so he took off his half-face helmet from the hanger on one side to block his expression.
There was a reason why I brought Craig to this place.
According to the ancestors, Craig himself is the embodiment of the rules of life, and his weakness is only due to the fact that he has not yet mastered his own body.
A person who cannot die?
Annihilation's work includes erasing some "bugs" from the world.
Annihilation, which can even deal with existence, will not be able to deal with a guy with immortality?
Unless the person's personality has reached a point where Annihilation is unwilling to cancel the deal, otherwise, what reason does Annihilation have to watch Craig's life encounter various misfortunes and do nothing?
Because Craig is special.
"I wake up from a bed of one hundred square meters every day. Would you believe it when I say this?"
Wayne took some energy drinks and the like from Afu's hand and stuffed them into his mouth.
I haven't had time to change my clothes yet.
It's just that he really doubts this kind of thing.
But Master Wayne spent so much energy on justice.
It's good now, at least Craig has some simple mantras.
Pretending to be a guy who doesn't understand anything is a performance that Wayne doesn't intend to expose.
