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Rorschach still held the Hammer of Judgment in a daze, while Bul-Kathos sat on the throne with his head tilted, in the same posture as Volusk once did.

The Immortal King, a tragic title of king.

This throne may not be much better than the throne of Khanduras.

Bul-Kathos felt tired for a long time.

It was not from the body, but a kind of confusion from the depths of the heart.

"Vorusk, are you lonely?"

Bul-Kathos knocked on the broken armrest of the throne and asked casually.

Even though he did not expect to hear Volusk's answer.

Lonely?

Of course lonely.

Thousands of years of lonely guarding, without much communication with other beings.

Rather than describing it as lonely, it is better to think about why Volusk did not fall into madness in the long loneliness.

The throne began to radiate warmth, making Bul-Kathos more and more tired.

Thinking about it carefully, this barbarian known as the strongest did not seem to have slept peacefully.

Two original legends fell to the side of Bul-Kathos, pierced straight through the ground, and got stuck there.

Bul-Kathos's warrior blood and Bul-Kathos's solemn oath.

Two original legends.

Gifts from the original ancestors.

When Bul-Kathos held the handles of the two legends, it meant that the ceremony of becoming the Immortal King had begun.

Bul-Kathos tilted his head, supported his cheek with his hands, and made the action that Volusk always liked.

Looking at the two legends, he was a little dazed.

Even though he had copied these two legendary heavy weapons more than once, it was the second time he really saw these two weapons with supreme glory.

The first time was when he had a connection with the first generation of ancestors.

"Symbol of victory? The tribesmen used this name to describe you?"

Bul-Kathos spoke to the two legends in front of him like a madman.

Although the weapons could not speak, the flickering light seemed to be responding to Bul-Kathos's questions.

"What a boring psychological sustenance. Didn't the first generation fail? Or who on the Holy Mountain has not failed except me?"

Bulkathos said in a self-deprecating tone.

He put his hands on his knees, his eyes were a little cold.

Trust is not easy.

Even for the ancestor who laid the foundation for the barbarians' strength, Bulkathos did not have much trust.

Bulkathos was familiar with most of the ancestors of the Holy Mountain, so he had trust.

But what is there to trust about an ancestor who disappeared from everyone's sight a long time ago?

Is it just relying on those ancient legends and a few words of records?

This is simply like a joke.

Bulkathos stretched out his hands and grasped the two legends.

The emerald green light seemed to boil in an instant, full of burning breath.

The original legend should have the gift of power, but that power is nothing to Bulkathos at the moment.

At most, it is a meal?

The power of time surged in Bul-Kathos' body, and he felt a sense of being watched.

It was as if someone was secretly observing him, which made him a little bored.

A blue crack appeared on the wall behind the Elder Temple, and a familiar light appeared on the other side.

Bul-Kathos did not intend to let go to observe those accidents, the inheritance of the Immortal King was continuing.

There was nothing more important than that now.

The illusion of the first ancestor was about to appear, and then Volusk would make his last appearance since his existence.

But Bul-Kathos seemed to be missing something.

For example, a formal suit.

The wasteland suit of the first ancestor, which symbolized the wrath of the wasteland, and the Immortal King suit on Volusk looked very good.

At least it revealed some majesty.

Now Bul-Kathos was bare-chested, with only a skirt armor tied around his waist by a belt.

Barefoot, exuding,

There was no majesty of the king.

There was only a wild atmosphere like the name of the barbarian.

The scars on his body were throbbing a little bit, and then disappeared.

Only the red battle marks were left on his chest.

"I never thought that there would be a day when the barbarians couldn't even wear armor."

A surprised voice came slowly.

The image of the first ancestor appeared on the side of the throne, speaking with a tone of heartache for the child.

Bul-Kathos rolled his eyes, put the two legends on his waist, and by the way, smoothed his messy hair, and showed the bloody dark soul stone to the first ancestor.

"I never thought that there would be a day when the barbarians would need a temporarily vacant cage to become the immortal king."

Bul-Kathos said so.

His eyes were full of contempt.

The first ancestor represented many things, such as traditions, which could be lined up in a long row.

But the past and the present are not the same.

Two Bul-Kathos.

They appeared in the same place after a long time.

Then they looked at each other with disgust.

"Tell me, what happened?"

The first ancestor said this.

He sat on the ground helplessly and knocked on the ground with his hand.

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 about 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?"

Bulcasso said lazily.

On the contrary, the first generation 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. It was only when Rasma and I were fighting that I realized that he had mastered the destiny. part of the force.”

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.

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"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 Talik 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, his anger rose.

The influence of that strange legend began when he touched it.

The first generation said that he did not use the legend, and Bul-Kathos was a little unconvinced.

"Really, I just gave Talek a choice."

The first generation ancestor said this, and Bul-Kathos's eyes became more dangerous.

A choice?

Most of the time, the choice is forced.

Bul-Kathos no longer wanted to care about what choice it was.

The anger in his body passed through the two heavy weapons on his waist and began to blow up a storm in this room.

Sometimes the whirlwind can be released without using weapons.

For example, at the moment of the war cry, the anger will be connected with all the equipment on the body.

At this time, as long as you put on the posture of using the whirlwind and start spinning, you can stir up the same degree of wind even with bare hands.

Perhaps this situation will also occur if you start spinning at the moment of passing through the portal.

The key is to connect the anger with everything on the body.

If Bul-Kathos wants, he can even use the action of waving his hand to stir up the whirlwind.

The conversation with the first generation ancestor was obviously not a pleasant thing.

At least not now!