Obviously Hellab didn’t want to hear such words from Luke at all.
There are countless warriors on this holy mountain who have interpreted what the saying "risk everything" means.
To put it in a nicer way, it’s called “useless sacrifice”!
There are too many here, both barbarians and other Nephalems have seen too many times like this, but no one feels insensitive.
 Because this kind of thing happened to each of them, every connected, close, hated, and familiar face was faced with this choice of "risking everything" at any time.
 Suffering is everywhere...
 “Conqueror, enough! I say! Enough!”
 Jessica said in the most blunt tone, stretched out her hand and grabbed Herab's wrist through the raging flames.
That sudden increase in power reminded Hyrab of Orak!
“Tch! The power left by Orak in you is not for you to use to stop me at this time!
That should be in a more meaningful place, at a more dangerous moment!"
Halab said without turning his head, but he loosened his grip on Luke's hand little by little.
 Jessica would not attack directly, he knew it very well.
The moment these warriors came to the Holy Mountain, there was no big secret for their ancestors.
 How far they can grow and what characteristics they will exhibit.
These are almost all predictable.
Although their future cannot be determined just like this, there will be no deviation in the general direction.
They have seen countless warriors grow up, and no matter how awkward a person is, there are traces of their changes.
 Jessica is not the most suitable person for Orac, but she is indeed the only one among this group of warriors who may understand Orac.
“Although it is not dangerous at all on the Holy Mountain, it is very meaningful at this time! Your anger has long been integrated into your brain.
 Hilab, Luke is the successor of the ancestor of Madoc, no matter what time it is, this fact cannot be changed."
  Jessica acted like she was communicating with Hailab on an equal footing, which made Luke a little uncomfortable.
 Luke took control of his body with some effort, and the angry flames began to slowly merge into his body.
"Thank you." Luke first said to Herab who punished him severely, then turned his head and looked at Jessica: "Okay Jessica. Don't go on. No one is here.
There’s nothing wrong with it, the only thing wrong is that it’s not strong enough.”
  Luke patted the clothes that were stained red with blood, and a smile appeared on his face.
 His gratitude to Hirab was very sincere. Now Luke has changed.
 He finally understood why Bulcaisel described the powerful ruler in that way.
　Strong is not necessarily correct, but if it is not strong enough, no one will be able to hear you clearly!
“You no longer need that puppet to vent, and we don’t need that scum to prove ourselves. I only have one question, where should I go to enter the secret realm of my ancestors.
 I need to be more determined to become stronger.”
Luke said with his eyes widened. At this time, he finally thought like a mature warrior.
 “Go to Orec, he is behind the Temple of the Elders.”
Halab said this. Although his face was still full of anger, his tone softened unconsciously.
  He slowly took out a broken long stick, which looked a bit slender for a blunt weapon used by barbarians.
“Madoc’s sorrow, I don’t know whether to call it Madoc or sorrow, now it’s yours.”
 After saying this, he punched the stick on the ground.
“I’m going to call him ‘Weak Luke’ and write a note about the weapon in my story.
 A weak warrior, when the mentor who was like his father finished his final journey, he chose ridiculous ‘reason’, thus missing the mentor’s final grand performance.”
Luke said softly, and then grabbed the stick from the ground.
His anger no longer flashed, but the stick was like a lamp, flashing a warm light like a bonfire.
"ha!"
Luke let out a war cry, and a sound wave spread along with the vibration of the air.
 Luke jumped up high, and then stepped heavily on the purple man's chest.
 Hands slightly bent, making a standard landing motion after a jump slash.
 The stick in his hand was like a spear, passing through Ziren's head.
The sound of a blunt instrument penetrating the iron shell is not very pleasant, but it seems particularly refreshing at this time.
“Jessica, I will find the head of a qualified prey, and if not, I will have a wrestling match with the ancestor of Kotur.
 It won’t be long, rather, I hope it’s now.”
 Luke smiled, revealing his exceptionally white teeth.
“That’s best. Our integration can be done after marriage.”
Jessica smiled, turned around and walked away directly.
Zi Ren was like a toad pinned to the rocks beside the river bed with a wooden stick, his body twitching constantly.
 Death is coming, there is no torture, only death that finally does not come suddenly is accompanying him.
The last time he died, he died so quickly that he didn't even have time to feel the gradual coldness that followed the footsteps of death.
 This time, it made up for his regret.
 Died twice, each time a new experience.
 …
“Fuck! Bastard, bastard! Madoc, you bastard!”
 Kahn's figure was squeezed out bit by bit from the gate of the Holy Mountain, cursing in his mouth.
By the time he had completely escaped from the gate of the Holy Mountain and finally stood firm, two figures of his ancestors had appeared in front of him.
 He did not land in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, but appeared at this place the moment he landed.
 There is only one... "den" on the holy mountain that belongs to the three ancestors.
“Talik and Kolik, you don’t know anything about Madoc’s actions, why don’t you stop that bastard!”
 Kahn lost the calmness he always had as a swordmaster.
His relationship with Madoc was not very good, and he even felt that even if he had a chance to become a gatekeeper, that bastard Madoc would definitely jump out and ridicule him.
 But he never thought that he would take over the responsibility of Madoc, and that somewhat annoying guy would completely become a thing of the past.
 “Why——stop? Blowing~”
Talik raised his head while blowing his nose.
There are sculptures made by Madoc a long time ago in this place. The sculptures of the three ancestors form a triangle.
Talik pointed to the sculptures one by one and said: "That is Maddock, this is me, and that is Kolik."
Kahn looked along Talik's fingers, only to find that the sculpture said to be Madoc clearly held two long swords in his hands.
 Of course he is familiar with those two swords, because the original legend is in his hands.
“Now that’s Karn, Talik and me.”
 Colik said obviously unhappy.
 After Maddock disappeared, it took all the strength of Kolik to be able to speak in such a somewhat sad tone.
As his words fell, pieces of gravel began to fall from the face of Maddock's sculpture, and in the blink of an eye, the face turned into Kahn.
“Madoc has known it for a long time. We don’t even know when he knew it. But the guy was prepared from the beginning and waited for this day to come.”
Talik took out the token of shame from his backpack, with a look of reminiscence on his face.
“I didn’t care about this legend at that time. Kahn, although you are older than us, you have not witnessed our growth.
To be continued...