$859 First Ancestor's Day

"Okay, don't be so nervous.

For the sake of this ring, if I plan to challenge you, I will tell you in advance."

The first ancestor suddenly became uninterested.

The ring in his hand represents a past event of his.

It's just that this past event is not mentioned in all the legends about the ring in his hand.

"I remember that I cast this thing in the city of Harrogas.

But at that time, no one seemed to know why I cast this ring.

So how did you know that this ring was my wedding ring?"

The first ancestor asked as if he had discovered something interesting.

With a little expectation in his eyes.

"Legend has it that this ring is to commemorate a sacred festival.

And if it is related to you, what else could it be for?

What else could it be to commemorate besides the fact that you started to branch out for the barbarians?

Although I don't know who first recognized this thing as your wedding ring.

But after so many years, the story in the legend has not changed.

You are not dead and cannot refute the rumor.

It can only be said that you have acquiesced to this name.

So do I need to say more?"

Bulkaiso lost his fighting spirit while speaking.

The guy in front of him was no longer the powerful ancestor who created the barbarian tribe at this moment.

He was just an old man who wanted to know his legend from others.

"Okay, are you interested in hearing a story?

If so, then prepare a bonfire and food.

I haven't eaten anything for a long time.

Today is a good day for drinking."

The first ancestor said ramblingly.

As for why today is a good day for drinking, no one asked.

It's just drinking, every day is a good day for drinking.

As long as there is wine, nothing is a problem.

"Helabor, go prepare a banquet.

Today is a festival, that's it."

Bulkeso arranged it casually.

Because we want to celebrate the festival, today is a festival.

As for what day it is a festival to commemorate, it doesn't matter.

It's okay for barbarians to be barbaric occasionally when doing things.

If you have to give this festival a name...

Then you can call it "Celebrate the Festival Because I Want to Drink".

Bulkeso usually doesn't care about such things. This is the first time he asked other ancestors to treat a certain day as a festival.

You know, on the day he became the Immortal King, he didn't plan to set a festival to celebrate himself...

"You are the Immortal King, so you have the final say.

But why must I prepare these?

Or do you simply not want me to join in the fun?"

Helabor cursed, but his body moved naturally.

Everything on the Holy Mountain is very familiar to these ancestors.

They were so familiar with the granary that they could even tell how many pieces of black bread were in it...

In the past, the holy mountain was too boring.

Making snowmen was already a boring activity.

And counting bread...

This was a bet between two bored barbarian ancestors hundreds of years ago...

The loser had to count the bread and make sure that the number he knew was exactly the same as the number of bread left.

This bet was really boring.

But the loser repeated this every day.

The name of the loser was Helabor.

"Isn't it because you have to count bread every day?

Sometimes you want to be lazy, so you close the door of the granary and stand guard at the door.

So today's number is exactly the same as yesterday's number."

Kalga, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said with a smile.

He would not tell Helabor that he had to secretly eat a loaf of bread every day.

When he had nothing to do, Calga would stay in the granary.

When the day was over, he would stuff a loaf of bread into his backpack.

Then find an opportunity to give the bread he collected to others.

Most of the time, he would give the bread he took to Bulkaiso.

This started when Bulkaiso was still in a daze.

Even though the name of the holy mountain has changed, these habits have been brought to the new holy mountain.

This is also the only proof of these ancestors for the present.

Prove that they still exist now.

Instead of completely stopping operation at the moment of their lives...

"I know you take a piece of bread every day.

So most of the time I just need to subtract one from yesterday's number.

You probably didn't expect it?"

Helaber shouted to Calgar from a distance.

Then the figure disappeared.

He was going to notify all the ancestral spirits.

Celebrating the festival, you can't miss any barbarians.

After Helaber's figure completely disappeared, Calgar whispered: "Then you probably don't know that I will put back a few pieces of bread every seven or eight days. After all, you have to count them yourself."

Calgar waved the flag in his hand.

This flag did not become his legend, but it was his favorite weapon.

His legend is the talent skill called "Inspiring Style" which can also be called "Inspiring Military Spirit".

Although Calgar still hopes that his legend is the flag in his hands.

But perhaps there is no greater testament to his legendary status than this skill.

“I’m going to start telling my own children’s children’s children… a story.

What part do you want to hear?

Was it on my wedding day? Or what happened when my first child was born?

I have something to say up front. When we started taking action, humans had already been born.

Unsurprisingly, they were also considered Nephalem.

After all, my father and mother were not the only ones fleeing the sanctuary.

It's just that demons and demons' children are still demons.

Angels and angels' children can only be angels.

Only the children of angels and demons can be human.

I am the original Nephalem, yes, but not the original Nephalem.

I am just the first child born to an angel named Inarius and a demon named Lilith. "

The face of the first generation ancestor was somewhat kind.

At this time, he looked more like his father.

It's just that his father is not as old as he is at this time.

"Come on, I'm ready for the story.

If you wish, perhaps I can also call those barbarian continuations of the future together.

Let them hear your story.

The story will one day become a legend, at least let them know a little more about it. "

Bulcaisel's voice was no longer strong.

Facing challengers who want to challenge the Immortal King, Bulcaisel is filled with the majesty of the Immortal King.

But he can also be a listener to an old man who just wants to tell a story.

Simple, direct, and matter-of-fact.

That's the barbarian style.

“Then don’t bother.

You guys will use my story as a conversation piece anyway. "

The first ancestor touched his beard.

Then he sat on the ground and gently placed the ring in his hand on the snow.

…

The first generation ancestor is the child who is most favored by his parents.

At least until his younger siblings were born.

Inaris discussed it with his wife and made a decision.

That is to give a kind of knowledge to his son.

Of course, this is a gift from a mother to her child, and this gift can last a lifetime.

This gift contains all knowledge of blacksmithing.

It's just that this knowledge is too huge for the first generation ancestors.

This approach can be said to be Lilith handing over a ray of power, knowledge, to her children.

Whenever new knowledge about forging is born in this world.

Then the first generation ancestors would naturally know all this.

As a father, Inaris also gave his child a gift, which was the name "Bulkessor".

If this name has any meaning, it probably means "the one beloved by fate."

The wedding of the first generation ancestors can be said to be extremely simple.

It even smells of blood.

That was what happened after the first generation ancestor chose to follow his mother's instructions and started killing all the other angels and demons in Sanctuary.

The wife of the first generation ancestor was the child of the last demonic couple.

And this child seems to have some inherent deficiencies.

It can be said that he is very thin.

The first-generation ancestors who were already mature enough to control all the power in their bodies certainly knew why.

This child lacks vitality.

When his blade was slashing at the couple, they were using their own vitality to nourish the child.

Before that moment, the first generation ancestor had never questioned his mother's decision.

It should be said that none of their brothers and sisters had ever questioned Lilith's decision.

When the first-generation ancestor looked at those eyes filled with endless compassion and pain, his heart began to thaw from the killing.

"..."

The first ancestor looked at those eyes and didn't know what to say.

Looking at the thin and even pale face, the calm face stained with the blood of her parents.

He didn't know what to say.

Are you saying that all this is for the great "Lilith"?

Or just make up a random reason for killing the other person's parents?

The stare-down lasted for a long time.

Until the eyes blinked slightly.

"My name is Bulkesso."

This was the first sentence the first generation ancestor said to the owner of those eyes.

This was also the first time he communicated with someone other than his own family.

Before that, he had just unconsciously let out a war cry while killing.

Just because this battle cry seems to make him stronger.

"I don't know what my name is."

The owner of the eyes spoke softly.

The voice was weak, very weak.

It seemed as if he would die at any moment.

But the sound was unexpectedly not unpleasant.

The ancestors of the first generation had heard countless times before death, and without exception, they didn't sound very good.

But this woman's voice was not unpleasant at all.

"So you want to live?"

The first generation ancestors themselves didn’t know why they asked such a question.

But he knew that he didn't need to wield the weapon in his hand for the person in front of him.

Because his mother only asked him and his brothers and sisters to kill other angels and demons.

The person in front of him was a person.

A woman who could die at any time.

"If possible."

The woman still said in a low voice.

The first ancestor could no longer remember the woman's expression at that time.

All he remembered was the pair of eyes with only compassion and the gentle and not unpleasant voice.

The first ancestor let the woman live.

For this, he borrowed a little power of life from his brother Vasily.

Just a little bit, probably just a little bit of the fingernail in the sky.

For ordinary people, this vitality is enough for a person to live healthily.

But for that woman, this is far from enough.

The woman is like a bucket full of holes, and vitality is constantly draining from her body.

Until this time, the first ancestor knew why the couple who should have been strong were so fragile when they died.

They didn't even react to his attack.

The first ancestor gradually got used to the existence of this woman.

He also gradually got used to borrowing some vitality from his brother regularly.

For Vasily, this did not cause any loss.

Because the vitality leaked from this woman would return to him.

But Vasily would also be bored, because he had to see his brother whom he did not like very much every once in a while.

This cycle of days continued until Vasily and the first ancestor parted ways due to disagreements in their ideas.

From that moment on, the first ancestor began to constantly pursue the location of his brother.

And Vasily kept trying to escape from his brother's gaze.

The chase and escape continued for many years.

Until Vasily met an archangel!

The Archangel of Balance, Isreal!

Isreal could help Vasily escape the pursuit of the first ancestor.

The method was very simple, just changing Vasily's own balance.

It was that simple.

At least for Isreal, it was very simple.

So Vasily changed.

The perception of his own "humanity" and the balance as a "humanity" have changed.

From this moment on, the first ancestor could no longer use breath perception to track the location of his brother.

But just like the name of the first ancestor.

Burkeso, "the one favored by fate".

He can always find the person he is looking for.

He can always do what he wants to do.

Everything comes from the love of fate.

But Vasily has made a choice!

From the time he can blur the difference between humans and animals, from the time his balance as a "human" has been changed.

Vasily is becoming more and more like a beast.

The first time the two brothers met, the first ancestor just wanted to borrow a little bit of life as usual.

Vasily only felt that he seemed to be hurt.

When this little bit of life passed from the leaky barrel and returned to Vasily.

Vasily only felt that this was a miracle brought by the life of the beast.

Life will return to a "perfect" state...

Vasily never asked his brother why he borrowed so little life.

Then wait for life to return to him, and then borrow it again.

For a rational "human", he knows that he is not hurt.

But for a "beast", he has been hurt by his brother.

The consciousness of "human" and "beast" began to interfere with each other.

Then the beast gradually won!

Then, it became extremely difficult for the first ancestor to borrow a little bit of life!

Vasily is not weak, at least for the first ancestor, Vasily is not weak at all!

As a naturally powerful Nephalem, each of them except Lasma.

Has the power to rival the archangel.

So borrowing vitality has become more difficult.

When the first ancestor borrows life, he must consider the time he has lost in the battle.

Even if the borrowed vitality is still a drop in the bucket for Vasily.

But as a beast, Vasily began to be unable to endure this process.

In this situation, Lasma completed his apprenticeship!

He met Ithriel, the archangel of balance!

Lasma, who was only able to rival the high-ranking angels at that time, gained the power to rival the archangels.

The price was that the balance between life and death was changed by Ithriel...

For this, he needed vitality!

After an unknown number of years of this cycle.

Vasili finally became a beast.

Even before that, Vasili had left his bloodline.

In the dense forests, a civilization called druids was thriving...

But Vasili had completely become a beast.

He began to think from the perspective of a beast.

Hostile to humans!

When the first ancestor met his younger brother Vasili for the last time, he was seen by his youngest brother Lasma...

When facing humans, beasts change from fear to hostility.

And when humans face beasts, they change from awe of nature to greed!

The first ancestor made a decision under the persuasion of Lasma!

This decision was not hasty!

The years when Vasily became a beast were definitely not short!

That was another period of countless years!

This decision was made after countless struggles between "man" and "beast"!

It was also a decision made after Vasily lost his name as a "man"!

With the help of Lasma, the first ancestor killed his brother who had forgotten his identity!

The power of life fell into the hands of Lasma and him.

One person, half!

The wedding of the first ancestor was on that day!

The legendary commemoration of Burkaso's wedding ring is not only his wedding!

It is also the end of Vasily!

A commemoration day that cannot be said to be full of happiness and beauty!

For this reason, Burkaso forged the ring.

And focused on the power of his half of the power of life, which was still unfamiliar to him.

The shape is a little rough.

But it works well enough!