"Why do you think I would tell you this if you asked?"
Vorusk was unprepared to have those dirty things hit his face, and looked at Madoc with twinkling eyes.
 There is no wavering or concession in the majestic and mighty body.
Perhaps in Warusk's eyes, there is nothing worth making concessions to.
“Tsk, the great Immortal King failed to do it twice when he appeared on the battlefield. Why do you think I am afraid of your power?”
Madoc said loudly.
　　With a casual ax, he smashed a piece of demon into pieces.
Madoc did not turn around to observe Warusk's appearance, he did not care about these things.
What will happen even if Volusk is offended?
 Beat to death on the Holy Mountain?
Or will Volusk banish Mardoc from the sacred mountain of Harrogath in the name of the Immortal King?
Do not make jokes!
Three Ancestors were the gatekeepers chosen by the first generation of Bulcaisu. This is not something that Volusk can change.
“Madoc, shut up! Now concentrate on cleaning the outside of the Holy Mountain!”
Talik couldn't help but make a sound.
Of course it’s not for any reason like “you can’t offend Volusk”.
 No savage is afraid of anything easily.
 He just feels that it is more important to concentrate on fighting now.
 “A boring question.”
 Worusk's expression was a little gloomy.
 But under the cover of the devil's plasma, the subtle loss in his expression was not discovered.
At that time, Volusk did not watch everything lead to the worst ending. It was just that an immortal king who was already a ghost could not be distracted in other places while blocking Rathma.
Worusk said nothing and walked silently on the battlefield.
 The iron boots stepped on the blood mixed with the snow, and every step was not smooth.
 Plasma mixed with mud stuck to his boots, and a long thread would be pulled out with every step.
 There is no earthy fragrance in the fishy stench, and there is no natural power.
That battle that felt like being crushed was a past event that was difficult to recall in Warusk's mind.
How can Volusk, whose life was saved by the explosion of the World Stone, be so proud of this?
 “What is our task now?”
　　Kelik trampled a large piece of demon into pieces with his foot on the ground. His body was covered with flesh and blood and he spoke with his mouth open.
 Then he casually talked about a piece of demon flesh and blood spitting out of his mouth, his eyes a little wandering.
“Do you think there will be other tasks for guarding the gate? Kolik, it’s enough to stop these bastards in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain now!”
Talik waved the heavy sword in his hand, used bursts of storms to clear away the splattered flesh and blood, and then said to Korik:
“Let Calgar do the counterattack. It’s enough for us to just hold on here.”
“Then why did Warusk come here? Just to watch us grind those scum into pieces?”
Madoc glanced at Warusk who was walking a little further away and asked.
Three Ancestors will not understand what Volusk wants to do.
This secret realm is different!
Jotun Kule's intervention, and the Archangel and Demon God personally ended up.
 Will there be other things in it?
 Worusk needs to see with his own eyes and fulfill his responsibilities as a witness and referee.
 Just a battle, a battle that opened scars in the hearts of countless ancestors.
 …
 “Ancestor Orak, do you want to take us to fight?”
Jessica looked at the burly figure in front of her and asked hesitantly.
 Orak was not an ancestor who died in this battle, he was much older.
 This is not his battlefield, let alone his obsession.
　　Even though this battle is equally painful and sad.
 Jessica looked at Orak in front of her and felt that this ancestor who had always been gentle to her like an elder had become a little cold.
This made Jessica a little uneasy.
“No, I’m just responsible for protecting the safety of you two.”
 Olac closed his eyes and said this.
There was no frown on his face, but his hand holding the God of War's blade was tightly clenched.
He didn't want to see even a single scene of this battle, because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his anger and rush towards the archangel and the two demons.
 Death in battle is the best destination for a soldier, but victory is the ultimate glory!
 Orak's death brought the glory of victory and the continuation of the barbarian race.
 He did not complain.
 But what can victory in this battle bring?
Those ancestors who participated in the war will feel even more sad about the tragedy of the past after the battle is over.
 All responsibility will fall on Bulkesso.
 This is not fair.
 For warriors, this is not fair at all!
 And warrior?
 He ​​didn’t see the scene he wanted to see. Can a group of guys who look like tourists be called warriors?
“So, where should we start fighting?”
 Luke asked with some confusion.
 Luke felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere, but he had no other better way to do it than asking questions like it was stupid.
 Jessica held his hand and looked calm.
 There is no hint of nervousness at all.
Burkeso said that the ancestors would protect their lives.
This fight without death relaxed her nerves.
 Madoc had no intention of leading Luke into battle.
Luke is not the guy who guards the gates of the Holy Mountain!
Being a gatekeeper is an honorable position, which is recognized by the first generation ancestors!
 And Luke still fell far short.
 “Start in the direction where you can see the devil, and then try to survive the battle.”
 Aurac said casually.
 His direction was towards the two guys not far away.
 Abomination and Purple Man.
It is also his task to guard these two guys who have a little bit of Diavolo's aura.
To be continued...