“Normally we shouldn’t mention this matter.”
 Colik sighed often.
  Talking about feelings is a bit difficult for the three ancestors, but it is better than Emperor Weishan being interested in what happens in the Temple of the Elders.
"Tell them, what's this? It's just some resistance of the barbarians in the face of an enemy they once couldn't defeat. We don't need it much now."
Kahn roared with some dissatisfaction.
 Sword Master Karn is the ancestor on the Holy Mountain who is the most accepting of failure.
 Other ancestors' obsessions had "failure" as a component to some extent, but not his.
Kahn’s obsession has nothing to do with failure, his obsession is only glory.
“The holy mountain under our feet has powerful energy, which you must be able to see. But if the energy is simply compressed, it will eventually explode one day.
 So one of us ultimately needs someone to sort out this energy, whether it is to provide us with power or to detonate it when needed. These cannot always be controlled by a mechanism.
 After the traces of Kanai have faded, it is Volusk who is doing this now.”
Kahn completely ignored Korik’s hesitant look and directly told the news about Warusk.
Like Kahn said before, this approach is nothing more than a guarantee for the barbarians to die together when they were fighting against opponents that could not be defeated by conventional means.
 Similar to the Artificial World Stone, although it only accumulates similar power and does not have the structure of rules.
“To put it simply, Volusk must stay in the center of the Holy Mountain, and then use his own will to manage these energies at all times.
He was just sitting on his throne before, probably because he was afraid of this long loneliness and adapted in advance."
Kahn spoke in a nonchalant manner, regardless of whether the other party could understand these things.
"Okay Kahn, there is no need to tell others about another person's suffering. If you want to tell a story, you might as well go to those young people and tell them how the Juggernaut was torn apart by hands."
Talik complained feebly, and then opened his eyes wide.
 There were sparks flickering in his eyes.
“Emperor Weishan, it seems rude not to invite you into the Holy Mountain. So come in with us.
 The atmosphere on the Holy Mountain is a bit tense now, please forgive me.
By the way, Imprius and Auriel are also here. If you have any questions about high-level heaven, you can ask them. Although I disdain the boasting of the archangels, I still hope that you
Being able to gain some real understanding of us and the higher heavens from different perspectives.”
After Tariq finished speaking, he turned around and walked at the front to lead the way.
Kahn curled his lips and turned around to follow.
 In response to Talik's previous complaints, Kahn decided to wait until there was nothing important to talk to him about.
The most powerful among the three ancestors now is the Sword Master Karn, and he feels it is necessary for Talik to remember this matter more deeply in his heart.
The sneer on Corik's face disappeared when he turned around, leaving only a piece of coldness.
 To be honest, Kolik is the one who worries the most.
 We fear life, so we are always worried.
 Even some things about the position will be ignored.
 He was still worried about whether Malthael would follow the connection established with Nazebo and come directly.
Emperor Weishan glanced at each other. Although their consciousnesses were connected, there were still some differences in their appearance.
But they hardly hesitated and followed the three ancestors directly, walking towards the direction of the Elder's Temple.
After the figures of a few people walked away, Kalqiu, who was lying silently under the rocks behind the gate of the Holy Mountain, turned over and stood up.
Then he threw the big stone aside with a twisted expression.
He wanted to go to Rasuk before, but Olongus knocked him over here with a huge stone.
 Then he was imprisoned in place by the power of the Holy Mountain.
 Because he would always taunt Warusk in the Holy Mountain when he was alone.
“Worusk, you are still the most popular guy among women.”
 Cargiu tilted his mouth and spoke in a strange tone.
This was another taunting Chiguoguo, but Warusk didn't pay attention to it.
Worusk could certainly hear it, there was no time for rest in his work.
 Just as the power on the Holy Mountain continues to increase over time, even the soul and will of the second-generation Immortal King cannot divert too much attention from this complicated work.
 Occasionally teaching Kalju some lessons is the limit of what he can do.
“What do you think? If I talk to you like this, can your will always be active?”
 Cargiu is still talking about it.
 What he is doing can be regarded as Warusk's last wish.
 The immortal king, who has the lowest self-esteem, is afraid that his will will go crazy during the long and boring work, so he entrusted an ancestor who is least likely to disappear to help him maintain his sanity.
 Worusk admired Kanai, but he also believed that he would never be able to do what Kanai could do.
“Come on, this kind of dialogue and ridicule can’t cheer you up forever. I’m afraid that one day you’ll be really broken by me, and then you’ll bring the power from the Holy Mountain to die with me.
 Worusk, you are the immortal king, Kanai is just the great elder, you have surpassed your idol long ago.
When will you be able to face your own existence? You are the immortal king who has conquered death. If you could survive until now, I'm afraid Malthael's wisdom would never have the chance to control death, right?
 You are the strongest, although you are not as good as Bulcaisuo, but we all know that it is inevitable."
 Cargiu shook his head, then dug a hole under the gate of the Holy Mountain, pulled out a bottle of strong liquor from it, then tilted his head and patted the ground.
Subsequently, a burst of energy emerged from the Holy Mountain and rushed into Kalqiu's body, causing the battle master to condense into a physical entity.
 The temporary gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain are using their power for personal gain.
 After all, you can only taste it if you have a physical body, and this bottle of wine is not the kind that Bulcasso brews specifically for the soul.
As the worker chosen by Warusk, isn’t it natural that Kalju should receive some remuneration?
 Once a day, the physical time that can only be condensed into drinking a bottle of wine is the reward.
 There is no extra strength for him to fight, he just wants to taste the taste of wine.
“Okay, when will the third ancestor be able to guard the door properly? I haven’t even started yet, so I have to take on this job.
 Fortunately, if the defender doesn't want to die, he won't die. I shouldn't be forced to take up the post like that unlucky guy like Kahn, right?"
 Cartier said casually after taking a sip of wine.
Chapter completed!