"Leave him to me! I can make him stronger!"
Warusk lay on the ground, barely holding up his upper body and shouting loudly at Bulkesso.
The Immortal King's gravel hammer fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
The suit he was wearing disappeared in an instant as the Holy Mountain of Harrogas stopped supplying power, including the pair of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun.
"He can take over my responsibilities! Can you let him know what it takes!"
The battle flag behind Bulcaisel disappeared, but the wasteland suit on his body remained the same.
The ancient swords had developed dense cracks in the previous collision, and it seemed that they would not be able to withstand the slightest battle before the repairs were completed.
"I bother!"
Warusk's voice changed quickly from loud to soft.
When the first word "I" came out, it was still aggressive, but when it came to "bah", there was no movement at all.
"Can I ask what I'm going to do?"
Rorschach stood outside the light shield and had regained consciousness. The anger in his body was still burning.
He was the only one who watched the previous battle at close range, and the fervor that seemed to burn away his soul made his body tremble continuously.
But his eyes were firmly looking at Bulcaisuo in the mask of light.
"You will understand when you pass through my fortieth secret realm."
Bulcaisel put away his power, the suit disappeared, and the two swords were stuffed into his backpack.
"Damn! I XXXXX!"
Warusk cursed and gave up getting up, lying heavily on the floor.
He lost to Bulcaisuo again, but he had already gotten used to it.
While he was alive, he might have been able to fight Bulcaisel to his heart's content, but he was already dead.
Even though the Immortal King's gravel hammer gave him a power close to that of his life, he was unable to win victory from Bulcaisel even while alive.
If you lose, so be it.
Now he is no longer the immortal king who suppresses the demons, but is just a soul on the holy mountain of Harrogath.
Even if he is revered as an ancestor, he is just a dead person.
"It seems that Warusk lost again and is still unwilling to accept it."
Vader's voice came in from outside the Elders' Temple, but his tone was serious.
"It seems that Bulcaisel has chosen his successor? I just don't know whether it is a selection or a trial?"
Madoc babbled out a string of words, but there was no hint of curiosity.
After all, this battle was uneventful, and the ancestors suppressed all doubts in their hearts.
After all, the battle between Bulkesso and Volusk is no longer something that can be explained by joking.
Chapter completed!