"Young people are full of vitality."
Leiko stood in the corner and muttered softly, looking at Craig in front of him. He was not sure what Bulqueso's plan was for a moment.
 The rules of life are right in front of you and yet you can still act as if you don’t know anything. This is not in line with Bulkeso’s habit.
Leiko turned her head and glanced in the direction of the Elder's Temple, her eyes twinkling.
  She hasn’t eaten for a while, so it’s better to go get something to eat now.
 As for Bulcaisel's plans, she only needs to keep observing.
  No matter how powerful the Immortal King is, it will still be limited.
Whether it is the Holy Mountain or the ancestors all over the mountains and plains, even if these restrictions are not enough to match Bulcaisuo, there is still her!
Leiko has her best stuff, and the abilities brought by the suit alone are not everything she has.
That Leiko's legendary armor was made by her as a legend. She can also come up with new things, but she is not sure whether she can play a decisive role in facing Bulcaisuo.
 At this time, in the Temple of the Elders, Volusk watched Bulcaisu walking towards the crack silently.
He seemed to want to say something, but in the end it turned into a weak sigh.
"Worusk, tell me now, and then go where you should go and wait for me to realize your dream!"
Burkeso turned his head and smiled, and there was a real smile in his eyes.
 After devouring part of the consciousness of the first generation ancestor, he has already felt the power of the authority of life.
Although it is just a sign, with his powerful strength, defeating the rule of death is no longer a problem.
As long as Malthael fails to get anything new, the only outcome waiting for him is to be torn into pieces and deprived of his authority!
“The body of the first ancestor was not completely damaged, and the Holy Mountain is his body!”
 Worusk seemed to be infected by Bulkesso's confidence, and casually told the truth.
 It’s just that this truth doesn’t seem so beautiful.
The Holy Mountain is the body of the first ancestor, so the Immortal King only temporarily maintained his body for him?
Bulkessor looked directly at the weeping angels in front of him who stretched out their hands towards him, and responded casually: "I know."
 No expression of surprise, as if it was not worth mentioning.
 Worusk was a little dazed. He saw the shadow of Kanai in Bulkesso.
The person who shouts tradition may not necessarily be the right figure.
 Same no compromise.
 The difference is that Kanai rejected the position of the Immortal King of Two Ears, while Bulcaisso chose to take over the burden.
  There is Kanai's power in Bulcaisso's body, and the supplement that he risked everything and entrusted his existence to Bulcaisal gave the two barbarians too much overlap.
  Rather than saying that Bulcaisso is the successor of the will of the first ancestor, it is better to say that he inherited the will of Kanai.
 Then he chose another path.
Perhaps he also inherited some things from the first generation, such as his name and goals.
"The Immortal King is the master of the Holy Mountain, not its servant. But he also shoulders the responsibility of protecting everything on the Holy Mountain. So you have to protect that body, or become his body."
 Worusk continued.
 Should the Holy Mountain continue to accumulate all the transformed power of other barbarians and wait for the resurrection of the first generation?
 Or let your body become the property of the first generation?
This doesn’t seem worth thinking about.
 “My name is also Bulcasso! But now, I am the only one called Bulcasso!”
Burkeso's body glowed with anger.
 The two knives in his hands were aimed at the crack in front of him.
 The waist is slowly twisting, like a clockwork that is being wound up.
Every inch of the body without armor expresses the concept of strength!
 “I think you need a suit of armor, or at least a formal suit.”
 Worusk said casually.
 He still wanted Bulcaisel to behave like a messenger of civilization, instead of showing the world a misplaced image of a barbarian.
 He has more things to worry about, so it is not so pure.
 At least, Kanai will not ask others for things he cannot do himself.
Burkeso's waist has been twisted to the limit, and the two swords in his hands continue to move.
Thunder and lightning began to accumulate on the tip of the knife, and gradually turned into a ball of white light that was difficult to look directly at!
 The storm did not pass through the beginning of the breeze, but appeared in the room in an instant.
 The storm is pregnant with flames and thunder, and the cold freezes all the water vapor in the air and turns it into ice cubes mixed in the storm.
 Worusk watched carefully.
This blow has surpassed the blow that Bulcaisso struck Malthael at that time.
 The two swords turned into a white light, and appeared on the other side in just an instant without any process at all.
 The appearance of Bulquesso is as if the frame of the picture has been reversed, the left and right have changed.
 The storm was completely dissipated at this time.
 The bodies of the Weeping Angels completely collapsed in Warusk's eyes.
Things that are indestructible, things that theoretically require something like a paradox to solve, are destroyed in one blow.
"destroy?"
 Worusk asked with curiosity.
This kind of performance is not unfamiliar to him.
The scene of Barr going about his killing spree is not much different from this one.
 Broken rules was the first answer that came to his mind.
 “It is strength.”
Burkeso gave the answer.
 Simple strength can bring many accessories, and destruction is one of them.
The two knives in Bulcasso's hands were trembling, revealing his excitement.
Burkatho's Solemn Oath and Bulkatho's Warrior's Blood sound like Bulkatho's weapons.
It’s just that the Bulcaisuo in front of me is no longer the oldest ancestor.
“Such a great power, our goal is almost achieved. Hahahaha!”
Jordon Kule's ubiquitous drake voice sounded with excitement.
 The soul floated quietly to the side, looking at Bulkesso and Volusk.
 Worusk did not observe when he appeared, but it was obviously a long time ago.
 “Shut up, if I hear your duck voice again, I might have you stabbed.”
Burkeso turned his head and glanced at Jotun Kule in dissatisfaction.
Burkeso made an exaggerated move to sew his mouth, and even the silk thread formed by mana passed through the lips and sewed them tightly.
 Then he opened his mouth that looked like it was sewn shut and said, "It's been a long time since I've been truly angry."
 Worusk responded with silence.
 genuine anger, which is another synonym for tragedy.
Wouldn’t Bulcaisel, who has lost his fear, lose other emotions?
 Fear and pain are both protections for life, and losing these is not a good thing.
To be continued...