When Bulcaisel stood in front of everyone, his appearance changed a little.
Although he still has the same face that is definitely not young, it has a bit more stability.
Although Bulcaisel was always relatively calm in the past, he exuded a violent aura all the time.
But now he seems to be more confident than before.
Although the accumulated scars on his body are still the same, at least he doesn't look like a furnace that is about to explode at any time!
The repairs to his body also made his temperament a little more cheerful.
"What did you gain in it?"
Cassius asked.
While asking questions, Cassius kept looking at Bulkesso at this time.
Although it is impossible to determine all the changes in Bulqueso with just the eyes, we can more or less know it by heart.
Barbarians are rarely the type who put their energy into hiding themselves.
"I have gained a legend that belongs to me. Although it is only a part of it, it is indeed a legend that belongs to me."
Bulcaisel glanced sideways at Cassius.
Harvesting a legend was indeed his most significant gain this time, although it seemed a bit fanciful to the ancestor spirits present.
"How did you create a legend when your soul has not been restored to integrity?"
Hailab's face wrinkled together.
The most basic requirement for creating your own legend is the integrity of your "self".
Bulqueso obviously hasn't got everything back...
"That's not important. The important thing now is what's going on with that magic talisman?"
Bulcaisel asked, looking at death.
"That's it. I originally thought you would change everything in this world by crushing me.
But now it seems that your speed is a bit slow, not even as good as those demons."
Death said as if nothing had happened.
"trouble."
Bulkesso spat.
Then he raised his head and looked in the direction of the first ancestor.
"Now that the Archangel can be killed, do you plan to use the power of the Holy Mountain to do something?"
Bulcasso's hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist!
Ever since he came out, the first ancestor's eyes had been fixed on the heavy weapon on his waist.
"So this is the new legend? Are you Bulcaisel or Volusk now?"
The expression of the first generation ancestor was as if he had seen something outrageous, and he even turned his body a little, looking like he was planning to turn around and run away at any moment.
"It's all nonsense. The new legendary name is called 'Call of the Immortal King Volusk'. You should understand what I mean."
As he spoke, Bulcasso took the knife at his waist and pointed the blade at the nose of the first ancestor.
"So this thing should be regarded as the legend of the Immortal King, not your legend.
But it doesn’t matter, you will eventually create your own legend.
But you don’t seem worried that I will turn around and run away?”
The first generation ancestor asked curiously.
No matter how he thought about it, he felt that he would not become a legendary weapon like Volusk by cooperating with Burqaso.
Although this can indeed help the barbarians have more opportunities in the process of continuation.
But although the first generation ancestors cared about the continuation of the barbarians, they definitely did not regard this matter as their only responsibility.
"Where can you run to?
Is it a high-level heaven? Or a burning hell?
Lilith's will is still in my body, you have no one to rely on."
As Bulcasso spoke, the anger in his body burned a little clearer.
"Before, your body was like a furnace on the verge of breaking. Now it seems that you have completed the repair inside.
This surprised me very much, but you and I both know that this does not make you truly immortal, and the furnace is always a consumable.
Your repair can only delay the destruction of the furnace for a few days."
The first generation ancestor still looked like he was ready to run away at any time, but his words were a little more sincere.
"It seems that only the power here allows you to speak well.
As for my health, it has nothing to do with you.
It is enough for you to know that I still have a lot of authority that I can carry."
Bulcasso said somewhat indifferently.
Around Bulcasso, the ancestral spirits finally figured out what the legend in Bulcasso's hands represented!
“Isn’t this what the first generation of ancestors did back then?
The equipment he forged can carry authority, and the heavy blade in Bulkesso's hand can at least carry death without any problem.
That's Volusk."
Cassius said, "Smash it, smash it."
He was deeply shocked by this incident!
Cole, who fell to the ground and had not yet recovered, opened his eyes wide and stared at the heavy blade in Bulcaisel's hand.
If Cole hadn't been enveloped in anger, maybe he would have shed tears.
"Kole, you and Warusk have different ideas than mine.
So I said you did something stupid!
Do you have any comments?"
Bulcaisel looked at Cole and said firmly.
As an immortal king, he can mingle with his compatriots without any airs, but he can't still laugh and joke when talking about serious matters.
This matter about the ending of the previous Immortal King is not appropriate to joke about at this time.
"I don't have it yet."
Cole simply closed his eyes, not looking at Bulcaisel.
"He is about to cry, or in fact he has already cried."
Cassius's voice couldn't help but lowered a bit.
Even Cassius, who was famous for his bad mouth, could not do something like joking about the latest suffering of his compatriots.
The souls of these ancestors will always expose each other, but those are things that have been a long time ago, and it will not hurt to be mentioned.
"No, Cole is just disappointed.
Isn't this the most direct emotion a soldier can express his disappointment?
The victim gets the tears of his followers, and this is the deepest disappointment of his followers."
Hailabu laughed dryly.
It's just that he quickly stopped smiling. Even Hailab himself felt that this smile was bitter.
Warusk did something stupid, and disappearing is indeed the result he deserves.
But after the existence of Warusk finally ceased to be an ancestral spirit that could act, the barbarians still found it difficult to accept it.
They are just used to things like separation and death, but they are not without feelings.
To be continued...