$379 Immortal King! Part 1 (to Be Continued)

On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

There is a new existence in the consciousness of Mr. Immortal Craig.

And his uniqueness has completely fallen into the eyes of the reincarnated Vandaroni (Karasim)!

"Life?"

Craig uttered these two words.

The tone is no different from that of Karasim.

But there is still a horrified light in his eyes!

Craig's life is not false, his lost lover and his hatred for immortality have never disappeared.

And he is really alive.

"Young man, I will not erase your soul and will, but you need to merge with me!"

Karasim said so.

The mantra under his feet suddenly spread out!

This rare strong man used his soul to remind him, calling for everything he is familiar with!

This is Harrogath!

The moment the holy mountain was shrouded by other powers, the ancestors were already on their way!

"Vandaroni!"

A roar!

The one coming is the Barbarian Sword Saint! Kahn!

He and Fandaroni are old acquaintances, but their relationship is not very harmonious.

"Is Bul-Kathos on the Holy Mountain? I have something to tell him!"

With the help of Craig's body, Fandaroni immediately spoke.

His soul is dissipating little by little, and this dissipation will continue until he can merge with Craig's consciousness.

"He is accepting the honor of the Immortal King, and you have reincarnated again!?"

When Kahn spoke, many ancestors appeared behind him and were watching.

Some of the ancestors could not tell which name to use to call the reincarnated monk, but except for Kahn, other beings were not familiar with Fandaroni.

But Karasimu was a partner they recognized.

"Tradition... Okay! Then let you relay those words for me! I will soon merge with this kid. At that time, there may be some forgetfulness."

With the help of Craig's body, the monk began to tell the story of his experience.

Including Lilith's resurrection and a brief analysis of Malthael's calculations!

None of the barbarian ancestors present interrupted, just listened quietly.

Until Vandaroni's voice was so weak that it could no longer be heard.

As the power of the mantra dissipated, Craig lay stiffly on the ground.

The ancestors began to exchange their opinions at this time.

Only the sword saint Kahn looked at Craig in front of him and said nothing for a long time.

"Lilith, the common mother of the Nephalem? What does Malthael want to do?"

Madok hugged his arms and tilted his head to think constantly.

But the other ancestors focused their attention on Talek.

Talek's opinion was decisive. Compared with ordinary ancestors, the gatekeeper enjoyed a higher status.

"Mother of Grace, save us?"

Talek chanted Lasma's last words and looked up at Madok who was thinking.

"I have no doubt that Lilith is knowledge, but what does Malthael want to do?"

Talek looked at the ancestors with an inquiring look.

All the ancestors were constantly using their brains and thinking desperately.

"The unity of wisdom and knowledge may be more suitable for creation than fate plus knowledge! The world over there is already heading for destruction!"

Raiko passed through the souls of the ancestors and said with a yawn.

It was already very rare that Lasma would say words seeking salvation.

Lasma's power was enough for him to get everything he wanted, except those that had never appeared.

"Is Malsail's purpose to devour? Or to cooperate?"

Madok muttered.

This question is very important.

If Malsail chose to devour Lilith, then how could Lasma wake up his mother in front of Malsail?

And Malsail's power should be above Lilith, and there is no need to go far away.

Unless Malsail knows some secret about Lilith!

"It's not important. Bul-Kathos will solve these problems.

He is about to become the Immortal King!

The problem now is that this child, after becoming the reincarnation of a monk, does not have the power of the Nephalem in his body."

Cassius pulled his beard and looked at Craig on the ground.

Craig's soul has begun to transform into the appearance of Kharazim.

The falling long hair and growing beard made him look older for many years.

"The blood of the monk? Maybe Johanna and I can each give him some blood?

In this way, he can probably get the balance of the blood?"

Raiko looked up at the Elder Temple blocked by the Holy Mountain, with some expectation in her eyes.

He felt the power of the Archangel of Justice. If nothing unexpected happens, Bul-Kathos will become stronger again.

The blood of the monk is a balance of half angel and half demon.

When he showed the dark figure of Lingguan Wu, the sacred light he exuded showed this point.

Barbarians tend to be demons, while the Crusaders are more like angels.

But no one knows whether such a fusion can achieve the result they hope for.

"There is still life! Don't say you can't feel Craig's essence, he is the life of a certain world! But why!?"

Karju slammed his fist hard on his palm, making a loud noise.

His face looked a little ugly.

The power of life is not controlled by death? But came into this world as an ordinary human being?

Carl Qiu couldn't quite understand this kind of thing.

"Maybe the gods in this world have some plans that we don't know about?"

Madoc raised his head and glanced at Leiko.

Regarding the things about the gods of this world, Bulcasso may have something to hide from them.

But he won't hide it from Leiko.

Because Leiko was on the same level as those guys.

Madoc needs more information from Reiko.

"Okay, we still have Kanai's Box! The worst we can do is throw in my blood and Johanna's blood together. The power of Kanai's Box is enough to create a blood that suits the physique of a monk!"

Leiko said a little irritably.

She has already felt that the power outside the Elder's Temple is weakening, and Bulcasso is about to come out!

…

"Let's go, Rorschach!"

Bulcasso held two legendary gems in his hands and greeted Rorschach.

Even if Rorschach becomes the new Archangel of Justice, he is still a member of the barbarians!

The blood of the Buck Tribe will not be completely rejected by the mere Archangel.

And Tyrell still has some sense of proportion.

If Rorschach is taken from the hands of the barbarians, then the higher heaven will have to bear the corresponding revenge!

Equal revenge!

The barbarism now has such power!

"Is this the world as seen by the Archangel?"

Rorschach turned his head and looked at the light wing behind him, feeling a little embarrassed.

A new perspective, and the indifference of human nature filled his heart with uneasiness.

"Rorschach, I say! Let's go!"

With a casual move, Bulcasso took the two knives on the ground in his hands and hung them on his waist.

As for the old man who just walked out of the crack, he was standing at the door of the Elder's Temple tapping the layer of energy with his hand.

"Am I human now or what?"

Rorschach took off the nut hammer from his waist and placed it in front of him for observation.

He asked Bulcasso.

Slightly panicked.

"You are the Barbarian, the next leader of the Bucks. But if you want to ascend to the position of leader, you will have to wait."

Bulcaisuo walked to the door of the Elder's Temple and looked at the light outside and said.

Bulcaisel never thought that he would be defeated, let alone that he would die in battle!

Therefore, Rorschach may have to fight as the successor and the next one for a long time.

As for the power of the Archangel?

This just allowed Rorschach to observe Tyrell's perspective.

Perhaps, that dark bastard will come out one day and take his power back from Rorschach.

Bulcaisel thought so.

But he didn't know that after Tyrell returned to the high-level heaven, he died as a human in the hands of Israel!

That incomparable power has also become a balancing force!

"ha!"

Bulcaisel stood at the top of the steps and let out a loud enough war cry!

The double swords at the waist exude a strong light!

The Holy Mountain began to converge its energy, and green grass grew on this silent mountain.

"I! I am the Immortal King!"

Bulcaisel yelled.

The blood in his body was booming rapidly.

That mixed force kept gathering on him.

Then it turned into pure life breath and spread on the earth!

The sound of tomahawks breaking through the air was echoed by the sound. From the corner of the holy mountain, a mouse poked its head out and looked around.

Not far behind the mouse, a fox jumped up high and pounced on the mouse!

Moss finally grew on the abandoned huge stone building!

Several rabbits escaped from the dry bushes.

"Bulkeso!"

Leiko roared loudly!

Behind him came the low cry of a bull.

The blood-red and strong body gathered into a whole cow and appeared there, but it lacked a pair of horns that were strong enough.

The bull's feet kept scraping the ground, seeming a little anxious.

"Bulkeso!"

This is the sound of Canuck!

Golden light emerged from his soul, converging on the bull's head and forming strong horns!

The bull raised its head and shouted loudly to the sky!

"Bulkeso! Haha!"

Madoc shouted loudly and laughed.

The storm rose with his voice, breaking those withered branches to the ground!

The snow on the ground faded away in the storm, revealing the supposedly fertile soil!

The remains of broken weapons can be seen everywhere on the ground, rising into the sky with the strong wind!

The metal rubbed and turned into thunder, landing on the withered branches!

The flames rise!

"Bulkeso! Oh!"

Tarik grabbed Cassius's neck and yelled!

His anger spread all over the ground like water!

The newly sprouted green grass suddenly grew taller!

The anger of the Tagus tribe is the praise and miracle of life!

In the crack where the dead tree fell, saplings began to sprout!

"The Immortal King!"

Cassius punched Tarik in the throat, interrupting Tarik's "Oh!"

A big bear appeared behind him!

The big bear stood upright and roared at the river that had just begun to thaw!

"The Immortal King!"

This voice is particularly low!

This is the roar from Kotur!

The big bear raised his palms and slammed them heavily on the ice of the river!

"Crack!" The sound became one! The ice surface was completely turned into powder!

A fish jumped out of the rushing river, and its scales reflected the dazzling light between the sunlight and the waves!

"Bul-Katho~"

The voice of the sleeping Orak sounded slowly.

The big bear stretched out its mouth and bit the fish in its mouth!

The big bear will never go hungry, this is the appeal of the god of war!

All the ancestors raised their heads and looked at Bul-Katho standing at the highest point.

They looked at the two swords that were emitting dazzling light!