024 The Beginning of the Festival

"Well, those guys haven't given up yet?"

Bul-Kathos suddenly got excited and shouted loudly.

Gu Yi looked at Bul-Kathos who was showing such excitement and thought deeply.

She couldn't say she was unfamiliar with the pair of agents.

In the timelines she had observed, these guys were not those insignificant little characters.

"Uncle, how long will they argue?"

Jill stood up from the snow with some effort and tugged at the hem of Bul-Kathos's clothes.

A somewhat immature hand was pointing at Amber and Maddock who were arguing.

"They will probably argue until the day you really set foot on the road of trial."

Bul-Kathos stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Jill's head, with a hearty smile on his face.

What he saw today, Bul-Kathos had never experienced back then.

At that time, he was just the least conspicuous one among the barbarian tribes, neither known as a genius nor having a decisive character.

Naturally, he couldn't make these ancestors argue for his existence.

At that time, the only barbarian who could cause the ancestral spirits to fight for was Sonya.

She was an absolute genius, and all the fighting skills could be mastered in a very short time.

Sonya, who was decisive and brave by nature, was the most dazzling one even if she looked for all the barbarians in the world.

Except for a little arrogance in her character, she had no other shortcomings.

But what if she was arrogant?

When facing the devil, no matter how bad the attitude was, it was natural. The devil was not worthy of respect!

Jill looked at the ancestors who were watching the fun with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

For him, these illusory souls were undoubtedly fresh enough.

"That will take several years. Now I just want to eat the barbarian-style barbecue you mentioned earlier."

Jill straightened his body, trying to make himself look a little more similar to those shirtless barbarian ancestors, and shouted loudly.

"Good boy, you are a bit barbarian!"

Such a voice came out from the group of ancestors, and then there was a lot of good-natured laughter.

After witnessing the battle between Bul-Kathos and Masail, these ancestors also understood the current situation.

They no longer thought about how to defeat those demons and the terrifying angel of death, but began to think about the continuation of the barbarian tribe.

After all, after leaving the world of tragic battles, they no longer had to endure the endless war.

In the snow on this mountain, there are the ashes of the last batch of barbarians who followed the Immortal King. The survivors wandering outside can probably continue the legend of the barbarians.

"Then let's start preparing for our banquet."

Bul-Kathos unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his scarred strong body.

He began to take out the armor that had accompanied him for countless years from his backpack and put them on one by one.

The existence of armor is the most reliable partner for the barbarians.

On the hideous armor, there is a dark red light in every gap.

That is the mark left by the blood of the demons gradually penetrating into the metal.

Jill looked at the armor that Bul-Kathos was wearing, his eyes full of longing.

Barbarians certainly like armor, but they rarely focus on forging armor.

Because only the armor that inherits glory can make them feel comfortable. Otherwise, it's like being in a tin can.

According to Maddock, it is the armor without glory that prevents him from feeling the burning pleasure of the devil's blood splashing on his body.

Even after becoming the strongest barbarian, Bul-Kathos doesn't like the feeling of wearing armor all over his body, and he doesn't need the gift from the glory of his ancestors. After all the combat skills are integrated into one furnace, the armor only has the function of increasing his defense.

But he still put on the armor seriously.

What they are about to do is to perform the traditional barbarian ceremony. This inherited armor is one of the symbols of the barbarian's glory.

The name of the armor set is "Ninety Barbarians".

This is a unit composed of the most powerful barbarians. They can avoid all the demons wherever they go and make the devil of hell tremble when they hear their names.

Although they have disappeared in the long river of history, this set of the original ninety barbarian suits has been left behind.

Wearing this armor represents the inheritance of the glory of the barbarians.

When Bul-Kathos becomes the third immortal king, the armor he usually wears will also become a symbol of glory inheritance.

Although he always wields two swords bare-chested on the battlefield of hell, he still wears skirt armor and combat boots.

So that the barbarians after him can only start the ceremony bare-chested.

"Bul-Kathos!"

After Bul-Kathos put on the armor, the barbarian ancestors stopped arguing, looked at the majestic and somewhat scary barbarian king, and shouted Bul-Kathos's name loudly!

The ceremony began!

"I, Madoc!"

The body of Madoc's ancestor appeared in front of Bul-Kathos, and the weapon in his hand was the heavy weapon that looked like an extended axe blade, Madoc's sorrow.

"Present the most wonderful opening for the glory of the barbarians!"

Madoc's voice suppressed the cries of the ancestral spirits, and the huge cries spread to every corner of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

After saying that, Madoc's body solidified into a solid entity and appeared there.

The huge weapon swept towards Bul-Kathos' waist!

Bul-Kathos already held the two legendary swords, Oathkeeper and Azure Fury, in his hands, interlaced like scissors to block the path of the giant axe.

A huge metal collision sounded, opening the curtain of the ceremony!

...

"Boss, did you hear that cry?"

An agent shouted to Rumlow with some shrinking.

Of course, the shouts of the barbarians before reached their ears.

"I'm not deaf!"

Rumlow looked at the top of the mountain where the sound came from, his eyes deep.

In the fanatical shouts of the barbarians, their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.

"Should we contact the headquarters?"

Rumlow ignored his subordinates' questions this time. He looked at the top of the mountain with a pair of gloomy eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Go up the mountain! Go in the direction of the sound!"

After Rumlow said this, he took the lead.

Rumlow, who heard the sound of the barbarian, thought he had found the direction to move forward. No matter what, he had to figure out what caused this mountain to appear here.

Not for S.H.I.E.L.D. but for the Hydra that he must never forget in his heart!

The sudden appearance of a mountain that seemed to come from another world was full of temptation for the Hydra. They wanted the truth!

Perhaps it was fate. At the moment when Rumlow made up his mind to move in the direction of the barbarian's roar, his courage was recognized by the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Perhaps in the minds of the barbarians, the courage to face the existence of the barbarians is the greatest courage.

After all, even the devil of hell would retreat when facing the barbarians. Who dares to face the anger of the barbarians?