039 No Mercy

"Let the doctors wait, we will return today!"

Rumlow's body recovered quickly with the help of the medicine bottle, and perhaps also with the help of the brass knuckles in his hand.

After all, his physical fitness is twice that of the peak human, which makes his recovery ability much stronger.

Correspondingly, his appetite has also increased a lot, probably because his need for nutrients has increased after his body has become stronger.

"Then can I smoke?"

Tes's expression was a little excited. Since the day they arrived, they have been on a mission. Not being able to smoke for several days has made him particularly impulsive about tobacco.

"Let's talk about it after we go out! Remember to clean up the garbage!"

Rumlow now has some inexplicable reverence for this suddenly appeared holy mountain. This feeling is a little different from when he was determined to give everything for Hydra. Perhaps it should be said to be more pure?

Rumlow didn't know how this emotion appeared in his mind, but he was sure that he didn't hate such feelings.

...

Rumlow couldn't understand why he dragged his unhealed body to the door of the Elder Temple, as if he had received guidance from the gods.

After witnessing those things beyond comprehension in a short period of time, he was no longer afraid.

"Great Bul-Kathos, are you in there!"

Rumlow knew that his current behavior was like those guys brainwashed by Hydra, but at this moment, he was dismissive of those guys who had lost themselves and Hydra. What were they in front of the barbarians?

He gradually became fanatical and awed the existence of this holy mountain.

Bul-Kathos' figure passed through a blue halo and appeared at the door of the Elder Temple.

At this time, he was wearing a skirt armor and iron boots, showing his body that had been washed by endless wars in front of Rumlow.

The special power of the Elder Temple itself made those electronic devices ineffective. At this time, even if you want to take pictures, you have to find an old-fashioned film camera.

Although Nick Fury kept trying to reconnect the broken communication channel and even ordered Tess to find Rumlow, there were only two people standing in the Elder Temple at this time.

"Brock Rumlow, to be honest, I don't like guys like you."

Bul-Katho's voice resounded through the vast Elder Temple like a bell, and the boredom in his eyes was clearly presented in Rumlow's sight.

"I passed the secret realm!"

The moment Rumlow passed the secret realm, he knew in his heart that he had an opportunity, an opportunity to become a barbarian and inherit the blood of the Nephalem.

"But you haven't passed the trial yet!"

Bul-Katho's bored tone did not need to speculate on his intentions.

In Rumlow's eyes, a pair of wings shining with golden orange light appeared behind Bul-Katho, which seemed to interpret courage itself.

"Then give me the trial!"

If Rumlow's expression at this time fell into Nick Fury's eyes, it would definitely lead to a long investigation.

Fanaticism, rudeness, and justice, a temperament that cannot be shown by appearance, are mixed together in him.

Rumlow, who has done countless cruel and dark things in his life, has an expression as noble as the legendary Captain America.

"Ha! Where do you think this place is? What are barbarians!"

Bul-Kathos roared deafeningly and strode down the steps of the Temple of the Elders.

"We fight and enjoy glory!"

"We fight and bathe in the flames of war!"

"We are rude and frank and fearless!"

"We! Are justice! Are hope!"

With each step down, Bul-Kathos's voice became louder!

"And you! What qualifications do you have to be us!"

"You are surrounded by the resentment of humans and have no respect for life!"

"There is no glory at all!"

"From the beginning, I could smell the stench on you, which is no less than the demons in hell!"

Bul-Kathos' body began to swell, and the hideous horns appeared on his forehead.

When he stood in front of Rumlow with his three-meter-tall body, the anger emanating from him almost melted the surrounding snow.

Rumlow clearly felt the tangible anger from the Barbarian King, and for a moment he actually felt guilty for his past.

"So tell me! Why do you do that!"

Bul-Katho admired the bravery of a warrior, but he also could not tolerate the existence of evil.

The two are not contradictory!

Rumlow's tenacity as a warrior was recognized by the barbarians, but his sins gradually emerged in the perception of the barbarians.

Bul-Katho's anger was burning fiercely, and flames suddenly appeared on the top of the stone pillars in the square of the Elder Temple. The blazing flames burned and emitted heat that seemed to destroy everything.

Rumlow felt the suffocation of death under the deterrence of the Barbarian King.

He didn't want to use any excuses such as SHIELD was to maintain world security, nor did he have to talk about the lofty ideals of Hydra.

In the Elder Temple, no one can ignore the truest self.

Hydra's beliefs and SHIELD's philosophy are just shells wrapped around the person of Rumlow.

It was so long ago that he couldn't even remember how many years it had been.

At this moment, after taking off all the packaging, he began to examine himself soberly for the first time.

Under the red eyes of Bulkatho, Rumlow slowly lay on the ground.

He squeezed his head into the ground desperately, like a wriggling maggot.

Bulkatho didn't have the patience to wait for this boring trick, and pulled out a hideous giant hammer from his waist.

"Mercy" is the most primitive legendary weapon given by the ancestor Mokot.

He planned to give this warrior who yearned for power and was full of sin a glorious death.

"Bulkatho!"

A shadow of the ancestor appeared in front of Bulkatho, holding up a broken sword to block the heavy hammer swung by Bulkatho!

"Defender Talek! What are you going to do!"

Bur-Kathos roared and waved the Merciless in his hand. The frantic posture raised a gust of wind, pressing Rumlow, who was lying on the ground, like a feather being blown.

"Stop you from depriving the life of a warrior who is willing to turn back!"

Talek's weapon fought with Bul-Kathos in the same posture!

The sound of the metal roaring made the burning fire tremble even stronger!

"Proof of shame! Talek, you actually disobeyed me for this guy!"

Bur-Kathos shouted, and a heavy sword with a twisted shape appeared in his other hand, and joined the frenzied fight.

"You are not the Immortal King! You are not as strong as Volusk's indestructible power!"

Talek's body gradually solidified, almost out of the form of soul, showing the most real power of the strongest ancestors.

"He's dead! Now I'm the only one flying high!"

On Bul-Kathos' body, the red light from anger has formed a flame-like halo, spreading over his body.

Even if the second-generation Immortal King Volusk appeared in this place, he might not be able to defeat Bul-Kathos now.

Bul-Kathos's upper body began to twist, and the tense muscles all over his body told Tallik what he was about to face!

That would only be the whirlwind that shattered the dark soul stone!