It’s not that he has never seen monsters like ghosts before, but it’s just that the place where this ghost appeared is the Holy Mountain of Arreat, which makes it particularly scary.
The sacred mountain of Arreat is filled with the ancestors of the barbarians who died in the past battles. If ordinary ghosts came to this place, they would have been directly torn apart by the spirits of those ancestors.
How could it appear in the Elder’s Temple?
 Unless that ghost is so powerful that even the ancestral spirits cannot detect his traces!
“Maybe this ghost is one of your ancestors! Bastard! The boy from before has important things to do, so I can accept his unwillingness to become the Immortal King.
 But this does not mean that becoming the Immortal King only requires strength!
 Have you got any brains?”
That voice had some rough anger, and this anger actually calmed Worusk down.
Perhaps this guy was more accustomed to other people's angry tone when he was relatively young?
"I have already said that Kanai is more suitable than me. But if he has something to do, then I am willing to sit on the throne temporarily and hand it over to him after he comes back."
 Worusk calmed down and spoke with a somewhat complaining tone.
 He already knew who the gangster who suddenly appeared in front of him was, so he didn't need to be so nervous.
“Bulkess, I used to wonder if I would be the lucky one to find the original ancestor, but now it seems that I don’t need much luck to find you.
But I heard what Kanai said before, it seems that what process is needed to become the Immortal King?"
 Worusk rolled his eyes at the phantom of the first ancestor.
He would be happier if the original Bulcaisel had kicked him out and replaced him with someone else to be the immortal king.
“Process? What do you think this is? There is only one requirement to become the Immortal King, and that is that your tribe thinks you are qualified.
 When you step into this room, you can already declare yourself an immortal king.
 It’s just that I do want to give you something, and when you take it, you will understand what I want you to do.”
 There was a sly smile in the eyes of the first generation ancestors.
And a floor tile in front of the throne was lifted, and inside was a box with a messy brilliance.
“There are some things in there that I have left for an interesting guy. You can use them temporarily, but when you see the guy I’m talking about, you have to give them all to him.
 This is what I, an old fellow, want to ask you to do.”
The first generation Bulcaisel said with a smile.
Worusk’s eyes became strange when he looked at the phantom in front of him.
“Speaking of it, you have been missing for such a long time, but why did you appear at this time? I remember when I was a child, I heard Kanai tell your story, and it seemed that the ending was that you disappeared after teaching the clansmen the craftsmanship of casting.
 How did you come back?"
Vorusk stood where he was and looked at the first-generation Bulkesso in front of him.
There was suspicion in that look.
“Ha! Why is there no one in the Nephalem to record history now?
When did that happen?
I haven’t fallen asleep since I woke up last time! You actually ask such a question?"
　　The first generation Bulcaisel asked with some surprise.
 His awakening was not that long ago, after all, not much time has passed since the end of the Original Sin War.
 About, more than five hundred years?
 When he was awakened, he was awakened by the young man named Uldyssian, and even participated in the battle against both the High Heaven and the Burning Hell.①
However, Uldyssian's outstanding performance on the frontal battlefield did not leave much room for performance for the first-generation Bulcaisso who blocked Mephisto and Baal in the Burning Hell.
“Huh? Who said no one records history? Isn’t that what Canet was doing? Or is there something that Bulkeso, who knows almost everything in children’s stories, also doesn’t know?”
Worusk squinted at the guy in front of him.
 I don’t know why, but he always feels as if he has stepped into a dangerous field.
“Are you kidding me? I left this consciousness behind after the war, just to wait until a new immortal king appeared.
 In the end, you told me that the fighter I was most optimistic about was a guy who kept historical records?
 What about you? What do you do? Don’t tell me you are a cook? I would feel happier if you were a blacksmith."
 The face of the first generation Bulcaisuo became very strange.
“It’s useless to say that. I just want to ask you one thing now, that is, has Kanai told you what he plans to do?”
Vorusk rarely showed an unquestionable tough attitude when facing the original ancestor. At this time, his performance made the first-generation Bulqessor's face look a little better.
This is what the first generation Bulcaisso thought.
“What did he do? He cut off a piece of the World Stone that I fought so hard to protect, and then said he wanted to create the greatest artifact.
He was the first one of you little guys to discover that I existed, and I still remember him asking me how to get those fucking rules under control, and I told him to just put the rules in a box.
Already.
 You should know what happens next.
What else can be contained in a box that can contain rules besides the World Stone?"
　　The first-generation Bulcaisel spoke casually, but his eyes were carefully observing Volusk.
 For him, Warusk has shown enough qualifications, but he will not believe in the guy in front of him the same way Kanai believes in Warusk.
 He needs to judge for himself.
“It’s not just that! What you told him is definitely more than that! Otherwise he wouldn’t have let me walk into this damn temple and let me talk to you!
 I knew when I walked in here, I couldn’t leave here until I sat on that throne! This should be the agreement between Kanai and you!”
 Worusk asked his ancestors in a positive tone.
He showed the first generation Bulcaisu the first potential needed to become the immortal king, that is, it is beyond doubt!
 “Of course, but this is just one of the agreements.”
The first generation Bulcaisuo's eyes flashed, and he began to appreciate Volusk.
“When I become the Immortal King, will I still have any responsibilities? Maybe I can leave the Holy Mountain occasionally, but I couldn’t do this at the beginning?”
 Worusk continued to question the other party, and anger began to flash on his body.
 The light brought by anger flickered on and off, which made the first generation Bulcaisuo even more satisfied.
 Have an unbridled style and know how to control, this kind of performance is considered good.
“The next thing you want to ask is, is the young man named Kanai facing danger now?
 I can tell you right now! That’s right!
He is probably facing an archangel and my brother, or an archangel and a hell demon?
But I can tell you that the guy at the back could be anyone, but only the archangel is certain!
That archangel will only be that idiot Israel! Because what we have to do is to break the inherent balance!
 Just like what that little guy named Uldyssian wanted to do!”
The first-generation Bulcaisel spoke loudly, occasionally laughing while speaking.
 It seems that he is very satisfied with the result, even to the point of being complacent.
The artifact Kanai's Box is about to come out, and the magical things he can do are ultimately just a matter of using the power of "balance" to change everything in a "box" made of world fragments!
 Changes in form and shaping of abilities cannot be achieved without a balance.
 But as an archangel, how could Israel be willing to make such a contribution to the Nephalem?
Whether it is Bulkesso, Vasily, or Rasma, they have never hidden their purpose!
 Take away those powers, gain more power, and control your true destiny!
 The Nephalem have always been fighting!
 They are not willing to let the world they live in become a battlefield between high-level heaven and burning hell!
To be continued...