Not many people knew about this farce that was too fucked up when it happened, and there weren't many traces of it when it ended.
Not much has changed on the Holy Mountain, except for one child who is currently autistic.
That's if you don't count Kahn fighting with Tarik.
Anyway, Luke and Jessica don't know about it now.
"Jessica, how powerful are you now?"
Luke said with a gentle smile.
Such an expression is a bit rare for him, because he is not the kind of person who is particularly good at expressing emotions.
But he felt it was necessary now.
Warmth is a little adjustment in a long relationship, and not everyone will be happy with a turbulent relationship.
Maybe a simple and honest man can make Jessica feel relaxed from the bottom of her heart, but a man who considers the other person is the better one.
At least Luke wanted something better for Jessica.
"I don't know either, but I seem to be getting stronger all the time."
Jessica raised her fist and looked at it with disbelief in her eyes.
Luke's tenderness would warm her heart, but not unbelievably.
That man simply made her want to laugh, but the thing she couldn't believe was something else.
Because she couldn't tell for a while whether she was Jessica Jones or a shadow of Orak.
The increasing power in her body every moment made the emotion of "panic" appear in her heart.
His will is constantly changing towards Orak, maybe this is also a test.
Whether it's becoming a new Orak or a better Jessica, it's not a bad thing for the Barbarians as a whole.
Although she knew very well that Orak had never thought about such a thing as having a shadow.
The God of War once arrogantly believed that the barbarians only needed his dedication. Even if he stood on the edge of disappearance, he would not have any regrets.
Rather than saying this, perhaps Orak would prefer that there would be no one similar to him among the barbarians after him.
When the two people were talking, the purple man over there was completely broken.
Even the soul was burned to ashes by the anger.
Zi Ren didn't walk very happily, his body was a little too hard, and the process of death was given more pain.
Maybe Zi Ren would be willing to greet the blacksmith Rasuk. Maybe Rasuk wasn't even that concerned when he was forging weapons.
Complete death is probably the ending he wants most after experiencing so many things, but the process is not very smooth.
The existence of immortality is a kind of torture, but he has never felt ashamed of what he has done during this time.
This is a pure villain who regrets not so much that he made a mistake as he regrets that he made it and got caught.
Unrepentance is the most common attitude among these true villains.
To say they are heroes is to belittle the word "hero". The Purple People are just trash, not heroes at all.
Worse than a cockroach in a trash can.
"I want to meet with Ancestor Kotur, and now is the time."
Luke said this.
He didn't plan to spend more time on Ziren's matter. That piece of garbage was already broken into pieces.
Luke smashed it with his fist, and of course when he encountered some hard bones, he borrowed a stone from the Holy Mountain.
Although going to the Burning Hell is what he wants to do most at this time, he knows very well that going to the Burning Hell now is purely seeking death.
It has no meaning and does not produce the slightest value.
It’s just that he can’t wait to give Jessica a home.
Luke could clearly feel that the distance between Jessica and him was starting to grow a little bit further. It wasn't that the love between each other had become shallow, but that Jessica was constantly moving towards the position of the God of War. , the parts belonging to Jessica Jones are being continuously cut.
This made him a little afraid. He was afraid that the person in front of him would one day become another existence, and the other person would not be aware of it.
After all, people cannot completely understand each other. In that case, people are no longer composed of countless individuals, but become a part of a whole.
Like an organ.
"Luke, I'm very happy that you can consider me, but you can't live just for others. Whether it's ancestor Madoc or me, it will only be a part of your life, not all of it."
Jessica looked into Luke's eyes seriously and spoke word by word.
Two people come together because of their similarities, but when they fall in love, it is because they accept each other's differences.
No one needs to put everything they have into another person.
It has nothing to do with freedom, but the need for independence of personality.
"No, I live for my love."
Luke pressed Jessica's lips to interrupt the other party's words.
At this time, waves of good-natured laughter also came from behind them.
It's definitely embarrassing to be seen talking to each other, maybe the word "embarrassed" is more suitable for this situation?
"What are you going to do with me? Are you going to wrestle with me?"
Koutul's silly smile made him feel irritated, and he couldn't hold his hands even with his strong arms in front of him.
But he did it anyway because it was Orak's favorite pose when he was growing up.
Kotur had no intention of hiding himself, he had never been good at hiding.
It is as upright as a railcar with only two standards: forward and backward.
"I'd like to ask if you could relax your standards. After all, it wouldn't be fun to get in the way of Jessica and me being together."
Luke chuckled, said something not manly at all, and then charged at Kurtul!
The remnants of the Madoc legend appeared in his hand, and the blunt weapon lay in front of him, making him look like a speeding semi-trailer.
The ground was trampled by his footsteps except for a series of footprints.
"That's impossible! Standards are standards."
Kotur laughed, then bulged his muscles and stood there waiting for Luke to charge.
He didn't tell Luke and Jessica that the so-called standards were all his.
As for whether Cassius will be dissatisfied afterwards?
Then let Cassius come and talk to him about standards in person!
"boom!"
The collision happened quite suddenly and the sound was not quiet.
But it didn't stir up much dust from the ground.
Because Luke's body was forced to stop in place, his feet sunk deeply into the ground.
Facing Koutul's strong body, Luke only slightly made Koutul tremble.
The gap between the two is still too big.
"This means you have shaken me, and you can get engaged. All that's left is a worthy trophy. What I said! If anyone has any objections, let him come to me!"
Kotur immediately relaxed and looked at the skin on his arm that had been scratched by a blunt instrument and said with some surprise.
There is still a big gap between Luke and Luke in terms of pure strength, but when it comes to fighting, Luke is already considered a mature warrior.
When Kotur, who is good at wrestling, faces an unqualified demon, his skin will not be scratched.
Luke's growth surprised him.
"Of course, the dead man over there is not acceptable. Although that guy can meet the standards, the captive beasts are not considered trophies."
Kotur's mouth broke into an ugly smile, and he sincerely blessed the young warriors.
It's just that his blessing didn't have any auspicious words, just a silly smile.
"If you have time, you can compete. At least you can decide who will do the housework in the days to come."
Kotur's teasing tone made Jessica look a little more human.
At least she blushed a little.
"Haha~"
Luke laughed nervously, knowing that Kurtul was flirting with him.
"Jessica, I plan to build our new home myself, right next to the blacksmith shop in Burqueso. The Frank family also lives in that place. Maybe it will become a new community there."
Luke said to Jessica after seeing Koutul turn around and leave.
His voice was not loud, as if he was afraid that someone would hear him again, but he directly held the palms that had become rough due to the battle.
The two people stood face to face, looking exceptionally harmonious.
"As long as you make the decision, I would rather you do all the housework."
Jessica gently hammered Luke's chest. This time, Luke's body was greatly shaken, but no injuries were left.
Luke also became stronger.
"This is tradition, but I still hope we can be more open-minded and divide the work or do it together."
Luke smiled so hard that he could see his back molars.
The blessings from their ancestors gave the young couple a more tender outlook on life.
At least now there is no need to think about how to face the possible overflow of demons and angels.
In the woods not far away, Natasha and Hawkeye were sitting in front of a fire, roasting pieces of meat with some fruits on the side.
Although they heard some movements from Luke's side, they were in no mood to care about the specific matters.
They had some things that needed to be discussed. The barbecue on the fire was already a little charred, and they looked as if they were disgusted.
No one can eat only meat for every meal. There must be something else.
"When are you going back to SHIELD?"
Natasha asked casually. Although her feelings for SHIELD were not as good as those of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, it was a place that gave her a place to stay in the past.
To say that there is no emotion is a lie.
But now the main resistance is not SHIELD's attitude, but the Hawkeye in front of him.
"Wait until Nick Fury is really honest with us, or until everyone at SHIELD comes together."
Hawkeye said so.
He didn't originally plan to do this, but when he returned home and found that there were agents everywhere in front of his home, he felt it was necessary to examine his job.
Agents are always under suspicion, and he knows this very well.
But there are not many people who know where his home is. The Natasha in front of me is one of them, and Nick Fury is naturally one of them.
He didn't know what went wrong, but the reality was that his home was being targeted by agents.
Recently, he has been busy tracking down the agents who were following his home, completing an operation like a matryoshka doll.
He is the most professional in tracking this kind of thing.
At least that's the case in S.H.I.E.L.D.
If Natasha hadn't said there was something important at this time on the Holy Mountain, he wouldn't have come.
"Barton, maybe you misunderstood Nick Fury? Maybe those guys are another group of people?"
Natasha said with a headache.
Although she may be the person who knows Hawkeye best besides his family, she has never thought that Hawkeye is as stubborn as the eagle before.
Cooking an eagle is a technical job, and Natasha doesn't have the ability.
It would be better to say that Hawkeye was already made love to that gentle and considerate woman.
Hawkeye probably doesn't care much about the choices of others other than that home.
Among friends and family, Hawkeye obviously values his family more.
Because home is the place this circus-born eagle yearns for most, and it is also where his softest heart resides.
"Who else could it be? Hydra? Hydra was cleaned up and down before. Do you want to tell me that their heads have grown back in such a short period of time?"
Hawkeye's words didn't seem very polite.
But Natasha knew that the Hawkeye in front of her was definitely a good man.
"Perhaps it is? Do you remember the last brigades before? Even if those guys are not Hydra, they are inextricably related to Hydra. Who knows if there are other similar guys?"
Natasha had a hard time convincing Hawkeye.
She is indeed good at persuading others, but to some extent she needs to rely on her own unique "charm".
And use that method to treat an old acquaintance? Besides, this old acquaintance has a family of his own.
Natasha's lower limit is not that low, of course...
The “old acquaintance” is the key part.
The lower limit is actually the most worthless thing to Natasha, who was born in a red house, but SHIELD gave her a dignity slightly higher than the lower limit.
For this reason Natasha is grateful to SHIELD.
Sometimes a small favor can be remembered for a lifetime, as long as it comes at the right time.
"Have you decided that SHIELD needs us now? Or have you said that after this period of leave, Black Widow can't wait to get back to work?"
Hawkeye's tone was sarcastic, and now he almost seemed to have lost his mind.
Natasha's expression changed and she became cold.
Friends can also have conflicts, especially when one of them is angry.
Natasha felt a little offended. When the two of them got along, they almost never used nicknames to call each other.
Not even as a joke.
Private space requires a more intimate attitude, but something is wrong with Hawkeye now.
Natasha took a long breath and calmed down.
Only in front of her friends would she act like a human being.
