The explosion that had been arranged long ago finally occurred where Barr was.
The ground began to dissolve little by little, under the huge force!
The rules in Hellboy's body are constantly colliding. The shell created by several barbarians abandoning their bodies turned into the shell of a firecracker under the huge force.
The roaring at this time is non-stop, like continuous thunder!
During this process, no one can maintain their original attitude to face this destined explosion!
Leiko stood in front of the corpse of the hammer, raised her head and looked at the origin of the explosion with probing eyes.
She knew very well that everything that happened next was Bulcaisel's business.
“What can I change while I’m alive? Or can’t I change anything?”
Leiko’s face was covered with a haze.
The shock wave of the explosion was restricted in direction due to Qualkek's rest.
But even if there are slight changes, in the face of the huge power that breaks out of limits, this holy mountain and city will eventually turn into ruins.
“The power of fate? It’s really curious.”
Jotun Kule had appeared next to Leiko at some unknown time.
His eyes were looking at the hammer-grinding corpse on the ground intentionally or unintentionally.
"roll!"
Leiko spat out such a word coldly.
The power in his body boiled again.
Those who know what the barbarians have lost in this so-called "secret" will definitely not feel good about it.
Canai’s sacrifice, Volusk’s sacrifice!
These are full of regrets!
Even though Leiko has always been at odds with Volusk, her heart is still filled with deep respect for the Immortal King!
Even though Warusk was timid and needed the most arrogant way to cover up these things, everything he did was seen in Leiko's eyes.
“You always hate me, don’t I deserve your respect more than that coward Volusk?”
Jotun Kule was a little dissatisfied.
Who knows what he wants from Leiko.
He does not look like a guy who does unnecessary things, and his words are always full of profound and implicit reminders.
"you?"
Leiko looked at Zortun Kule with the most contemptuous look she could show.
Hold her arms in front of her body, the legendary suit on her body began to combine with her own aura, showing powerful strength.
“Noble people always do it for others, do you never have your own desires?”
Zortun Kule picked at his nails. Who knows what kind of dirt would appear in a soul's nails.
Perhaps he was just showing off his carelessness.
“I want you! Get out!”
Leiko’s voice was almost like a roar.
The anger turned into the shadow of a bull and appeared behind her.
This time, a weapon finally appeared in Leiko’s hand!
The Flesh Splitter!
An ax without any added skills!
Just hard enough!
Not even sharp!
“Flesh Splitter? Was it a toy you used when hunting?”
Jotun Kule's figure floated in front of Leiko, stretched out his head, and pressed his face against the cold ax blade.
It was as if he was not worried that Leiko would chop off his head with this axe, just like the head of a prey.
"I remember that at that time, you always carried the ax on your shoulders, and the ax head was hung on the head of the beast."
Zortun Kule chattered endlessly.
Leiko’s face becomes even more ugly!
The impact of the huge explosion has already come to them!
The buildings are disappearing little by little, revealing the bare surface of the sacred mountain that was once covered with snow!
Except for those ancestors who still have things to do, the souls of the other ancestors have left.
Jotun Kule used his endless mana to prop up a simple shield to block the impact for a while.
He still has something he wants to hear from Leiko’s mouth!
“You want to know, fate?”
Leiko enlarged the Flesh Splitter a little and put it on his shoulders.
The bull turned into anger behind him has begun to restlessly shake the soil on the ground.
The bull's head is lowered, and the two horns that are not covered with sword marks are still standing!
“Of course, the only believer in destiny, or destiny’s, toy!”
Zortun Kule finally showed his strength!
The mana gathered together to form an image of himself displayed behind him, confronting the powerful bull!
Jotun Kule's power in the form of his soul alone is enough to match that of the resurrected Leiko!
“Are you ready to watch everything happen without being able to do anything about it? No! You won’t! You will just keep fighting and then wail when fate comes!
At some point, you will just keep complaining!
Complained that the Archangel restricted the Nephalem! Complained that the Demon King of Hell suppressed the Nephalem!
Complaining that the world has never been fair to the Nephalem!
Jotun Kule, you have never been free and easy for a moment, and you have never looked away!
Do you really know what your goal is!?”
Leiko's courage was stirring, and her body slowly lowered its center of gravity!
The posture of attack.
Leiko doesn’t believe that she will lose to Jotun Kule!
Even if she loses, she can accept it calmly!
The result is the end of something!
Fate has told Leiko the result countless times in advance.
And in her attempt to fight, Leiko has also understood what it means to live calmly!
“Then come! See if the glory of the bull you believe in can defeat ‘me’!”
Jotun Kule still doesn’t have the slightest sense of crisis on his face!
Leiko’s anger took the form of a bull!
That’s because there is an inseparable connection between Leco’s life and the bull!
Whether it’s Joe Ritz or Canuck!
Even the ordinary laborers in the Bull tribe!
Leiko has her own ideas about the Bull tribe and the barbarians!
And Jotun Kule has never believed in any other existence since ancient times!
He only believes in himself!
Even if he shows his power, he will not construct anything else.
It will only be "self"!
“Moo Ang!”
The shadow behind Leiko solidified her body!
Huge hooves of cattle stepped on the ground that had lost a layer, making a huge noise!
Frenzy Crash!
Leiko raised the Flesh Splitter in her hand high. This was the first time she had used this posture to charge!
“What about your confrontation? Where did the legend go?”
The "self" behind Jotun Kule began to release mana in front of him!
The mana turned into a sharp awl and was pointed at the bull!
No one would be foolish enough to wrestle with a barbarian, unless it was another barbarian.
But except for Bulcaisel, it is impossible for anyone to be able to defeat Leiko in a simple collision.
So Jotun Kule chose a smarter approach.
“That’s the symbol of Joe Ritz! You scumbag is not worthy of us to face it together!”
Leiko roared and rushed into Zoldun Kule's arms!
The crude Flesh Splitter pierces the chest of this ancient soul!
“Is this what you want? Hahaha!”
Jortun Kule continued to speak in mortal terms, completely ignoring the feeling of being pierced through his chest!
He lost in the collision of entities, and he lost without any room for argument!
But overall he is the winner in this battle!
Zortun Kule's phantom used the mana cone to completely smash the bull's phantom into pieces!
In a spirited battle, this heroic mage shattered Leiko’s glory!
“You were born in the Bull Tribe, but the Bull Tribe has never been yours alone! Now it’s better to take out the weapon and confront it!”
Jotun Kule's tone suddenly returned to calmness, as if his curiosity had been satisfied at this time!
“Joriz has lost all his glory.”
“Short-sighted! Do you want to hear this from me again!?”
Jotun Kule's face showed a little bit of perseverance.
Confrontation is not a legend created by Joe Rizzi, he just got the approval of this legend!
“Those who have this thing are invincible!”
This is the inscription engraved on the long handle of the confrontation!
But as a "warrior", Joriz relied on this legendary power to become a strong man.
But in the end he was defeated and died.
He was filled with indignation at Leiko's approach of equating the confrontation with Joriz!
Huge mana fluctuations swept through Jotun Kule's body, knocking Leiko over to the ground heavily!
Hung on his chest was the huge Flesh Splitter, and there was no trace of pain on his face!
"I said, you can never represent the Bull. Leiko, when did you live for yourself? When you freed Jorizzi? Or when you killed Vader?"
Jotun Kule kept attacking Leiko's sanity, just like those hell demons always did.
Being shaken will lead to weakness. Not every barbarian can completely distinguish between emotions and combat like Bulkeso.
That is a sequelae, not a common problem!
"She can!"
A sudden war cry!
Canook’s figure appeared not far away!
In the aftermath of the explosion, Kanuk's body was like a peeled potato, with "excess burdens" scattered on the ground layer by layer!
The arm was broken in the explosion and fell to the ground!
Canook didn’t stop!
His head was tilted on his shoulder, and his legs were constantly alternating rapidly amidst the impact of losing his arms to maintain his center of gravity!
The target is Jotun Kule who has the upper hand in the battle!
“Hahaha! What a joke!”
Jotun Kule laughed and did not stop Kanuk in the slightest!
In his eyes, Kanuk's body was simply not strong enough for him to rush in front of him!
This explosion is so powerful!
"Roar!"
As Kanuk continued to rush forward, his legs became as thin as reed sticks in an instant!
In the shock wave, his legs immediately lost all flesh and blood. At this time, only a pair of white bones could be seen intertwined at an astonishing speed!
The next moment, Kanuk's head and shoulders hit Jotun Kule's chest hard!
Although this legendary barbarian, who was called the chief, did not smash his body into pieces like the one he hit Azmodan in the stomach, he was completely smashed into Jotun Kule's body, which was not strong at all.
above.
But Kanuk can also keep his bones!
“I told you, your jokes are really good!”
Zodun Kule looked at Kanuk, who only had bones left in front of him, and laughed.
The impact was not powerful enough to shake his body.
It only caused a brief turmoil in the mana wrapped around him!
But just as he was laughing at Canuck, the phantom of the bull came together again!
Leiko cannot represent the entire Bull tribe!
But Canuck can!
All titles are not obtained simply through self-publicity!
Kanuk is called the chief by the tribesmen. That is because in the hearts of the barbarians of the Bull tribe, Kanuk is the eternal chief!
Even if Kanuk is just following in Leiko’s footsteps and moving forward!
In the realm outside of combat!
What Leiko can do, Kanuk can do too!
What Leiko can’t do, Kanuk can do even better!
Even Kanuk regards the children of Leiko and Joriz as his own, and is willing to give everything he has to his tribe!
The existence that represents the will of the Bull tribe, there is only Kanuk!
“Moo!”
The bull shadow once again stepped on the ground with both feet, and a ferocious piece of armor was placed on the bull's head!
Anti-evil shoulder armor!
The legend created by Kanuk himself!
The bull charged!
Aimed at Kanuk who was facing it with his back!
This is the will of a brave man who implements it with his own soul!
“In the name of the bull and the glory of Leiko!”
Canuk roared loudly into Jotun Kule's ear, interfering with Jotun Kule's judgment.
Such a sound completely blocked Jotun Kule's hearing!
His close body completely blocked Jotun Kule's sight!
Even the mana surrounding him was shaken by Kanuk's tragic spirit!
“Asshole! Leiko tells you to get out!”
Canook bit Jotun Kule's nose!
The bull hit Kanuk hard on the back!
This blow finally made Jotun Kule feel the determination of the Bull Tribe!
“The bull represents the power that never retreats!
Jordon Kule, if you want to know something, you should ask the stag for it!"
Leiko grabbed Jotun Kule's ankle and slammed his body to the ground!
An elbow covered in strong armor hit Jotun Kule directly on the mouth.
“I’ve wanted to knock out all your teeth for a long time.”
Leiko grabbed Kanuk's body and threw the barbarian who did not choose to retreat during the explosion out of the "secret realm".
Then he pulled out a sharp long-handled weapon from his backpack!
Confrontation!
A legend that can increase the power of collision five times, a power that even Leiko will not use easily!
“By the way, it’s true that Joe Ritz was not the shaper of the confrontation. But the confrontation chose Joe Ritz, and this is fate.”
Leiko said as if to solve a puzzle.
Although she was a little concerned about the previous defeats, she was always the most open-minded.
That’s pretty good too.
Confrontation was heavily pierced through Jotun Kule's chest, and together with the meat-cleaving ax, this mortal's ancient soul was nailed to the ground!
"You shouldn't have appeared. Wouldn't it be bad to disappear into a certain period of time in the 'past'? Zoldun Kule?"
Leiko felt a little desolate when she said this.
“Is this the answer to destiny?”
Jotun Kule still had a smile on his face and spoke to Leiko in front of him.
He felt like he was about to hear the truth!
“Destiny can still change before it is exported.”
Leiko said this and took a deep look at Jotun Kule.
She won't say much else.
What she saw cannot be said, and even vague hints will have unknown consequences.
Those who believe in fate can only become the toy of fate.
Those who know their destiny can only become the target of being teased.
Leiko will only take on these things alone.
It was as if Warusk had taken on those things alone.
“Hahahaha! Looks like I did it!”
Zordon Kule had a smile on his face.
The light flashed in his eyes.
Looking at the two legends that pierced his chest, he closed his eyes and disappeared!
Jotun Kule chose to retire!
“Bulkess, can you find what you want here?”
Leiko thought vaguely, and her body disappeared in a flash.
She will be the last person to leave here besides Bulcasso.
She had to ensure that the new recruits and new friends could leave this place.
…
“Ancestor Orak.”
Jessica looked at the tall figure in front of her and couldn't help but clenched the ax tightly in her hand.
Luke has been sent back.
In order to protect her, a warrior who was not strong enough, Luke fought bravely.
Luke showed heroic spirit in the face of a horde of demons far beyond his strength.
The weak defeated the strong, using superb fighting methods and his own wisdom to kill the demon.
Just afterwards, he was sent away from this place by his ancestors.
“Jessica, I still cannot recognize your qualifications as a warrior.”
Olac glanced at the surrounding environment and spoke a little stiffly.
He used the power in his body to resist the shock wave of the explosion a little.
At this time, the city wall was crumbling.
“Then what do you think I am suitable for? Staying at home in a daze, waiting for the return of my lover or the news of his death?”
Jessica had a smile on her face.
When saying "lover", Jessica showed the emotion of happiness.
“You can choose a stable life without thinking about becoming a hero. Because your determination and will are not enough to support you in this way.”
Olac's burly body is trembling.
In the battle with Cassius, he was already eliminated.
Without the entity temporarily provided by the Holy Mountain, using the power of the soul to resist the explosion is definitely not a good choice.
But Orak did it anyway.
“Are heroes born heroes? I think even the ancestor Orak was not called the God of War from the beginning, right?”
Jessica said this.
Then he grabbed Orak's hand with some worry.
The turmoil of the soul is obvious enough.
Jessica saw it very clearly.
Orak recalled his past for a while, and then exhaled a long breath.
“I was a strong enough warrior from the beginning. I was ready to die at any time from the beginning.”
Orack glanced at Jessica’s eyes, hesitated for a moment and continued:
“Your faith is too weak, and your faith is too selfish. You cannot be a hero.”
Olac's words were very cruel, like a sharp dagger piercing Jessica's body.
“Beliefs can change, ancestor!”
Jessica defended anxiously.
“I know, but I know even better that most of those guys who changed their beliefs have joined the command of the Demon King of Hell!
Jessica, your belief is not strong enough! It’s like a reason or an excuse!”
Orak looked at the ruins around him, and then drew out his God of War Blade!
“Can you pull out this knife?”
Olac said, throwing the God of War's Blade far away!
This one-handed heavy weapon fell to the ground, and in the seemingly endless shock wave, it fell bit by bit deep into the ground!
"are you serious?"
Jessica said this.
Then he turned around and was about to leave the small protected area provided by Orak!
Orac did not stop.
Even with Jessica’s physical fitness, she would be destroyed by the shock wave the moment she left this circle!
If Jessica was just testing Orak's approach, Orak would not let Jessica die.
But this young man who is full of scheming and has no sense of faith and courage will no longer be given any chance to become a warrior.
Perhaps ordinary people will be very powerless when faced with disasters.
But soldiers are the first to die in disasters.
Jessica's body didn't pause at all, and she stretched out her legs outside the protective shield without any worries!
Just after leaving this protected area, the foot began to disintegrate from the outstretched toe!
Olac still didn’t speak, just watched quietly.
“Ancestor Orak, I am very happy to be able to become a cub.”
Jessica’s foot paused for a moment, and the protruding part had completely disappeared.
She turned around and smiled at Orak.
“I know very well whether my belief is false! I also know whether I am full of sin. But I still want a chance!”
Jessica fell directly towards the outside, and her other foot hit the ground in an instant.
She has not disappeared!
Orak took a step in this direction.
“Only those who still have a conscience will feel guilty for their mistakes. Your beliefs are not suitable for fighting.”
Orak said this.
It's just that his body became a little lighter.
Jessica stretched out her hand, as if trying to catch Orak's flying messy hair.
But she still chose to turn around and continue moving in the direction of the God of War's Blade!
She stepped out again!
This time, the toe of her intact foot was also disintegrated.
The wound was splattering with blood rapidly and uncontrollably!
But in the end, he stepped on the ground smoothly.
Olac’s meaning is very clear. Jessica will lose part of her body before she takes a step forward.
Amidst such repeated torture, can a person carry out his or her beliefs?
Implementing beliefs is never something that can be done in a flash of enthusiasm. It will be constantly hurt and hindered.
Only by truly realizing these, can it be possible to make it to the end in the choice of faith.
The smile disappeared from Jessica's face.
She turned her head blankly and glanced at Orak.
Orak still has a cold expression on his face!
“Stop it, Ancestor Orak!”
It was very difficult for Jessica to say this, as if she was carrying a heavy burden.
Olac walked up to him expressionlessly, preparing to throw Jessica out of this "secret realm".
【Sure enough, becoming a warrior is not a good path for her.】
Orak thought so.
The strength began to be withdrawn little by little.
The protective shield is shrinking.
At this moment, Jessica slammed into the location of the God of War's Blade, the moment Orak regained his power!
“Ancestor, my belief is firm! But I can no longer let others pay the price for me! This is also my belief!”
Jessica’s hair turned into fly ash in an instant!
Her scalp exposed her skull in an instant!
But she did not die completely after all!
“Kindness is a precious quality, what do you think? Orak?”
Leiko stood at a high place not far away, and the power on her body opened a more powerful protective shield.
She also protected Orak's soul inside.
“Leiko, I will not express my gratitude to you. It is noble for a warrior to be willing to die in order to carry out his beliefs.”
Orak said this.
The figure left the "secret realm" in a flash.
But he has recognized Jessica's qualifications as a warrior.
Leiko smiled with her lips pulled open, her expression not very pretty.
She thought of Joriz.
“Why is sublimity always equated with sacrifice? Little Bear, what do you think?”
Leiko gently asked the confused Jessica and said this.
“I don’t know, but Ancestor Leiko, I want to pick up that God of War Blade!”
Jessica looked at the God of War's Blade which was not far away, with the legendary light shining on it!
In that light, the aura belonging to Orak is constantly churning!
Wild and violent!
That kind of anger full of fighting spirit made Jessica feel a little bit of Orak's thoughts.
“Really? Let’s go then.”
Leiko smiled.
Jessica was probably the first little one to get the prize.
Perhaps there is a mentality of Orak protecting the calf, but Jessica is truly a warrior recognized by Orak.
Although he does not have the power to use the God of War Blade yet, Bulcaisel will give corresponding rewards.
An imitation of the Legend is enough for Jessica to better learn Orac's fighting style.
Leiko strode behind Jessica.
Jessica walked to the edge of the legend and stretched out her arm!
Although Jessica looked very embarrassed at this time, without the scalp on the top of her head, which made her appearance a little disgusting.
But the severe pain could not stop her will.
“Buzz!”
The moment Jessica's hand grasped the God of War's Blade, the legendary blade lost all its light and became indistinguishable from an ordinary weapon.
This is a legend created by Orac, and it will abide by Orac's will.
So Jessica has been recognized.
“Go back now, your injury can be treated by Aunt Mara, and there will be no scars.”
Leiko forgot about the existence of the blood bottle.
After all, when she was alive, the blood bottle had not yet become an iconic configuration.
"I will."
Jessica responded like this.
Leiko sent her directly out of the "secret realm".
Jessica did not plan to use the blood bottle to treat her injuries, and even planned to leave some marks on her body as a souvenir.
As for whether Luke will change because she has become ugly, Jessica doesn't care at all.
The worst case scenario is to knock him unconscious and drag him away.
Barbarians like to use force to reason.
As a barbarian from the Big Bear Tribe, Jessica has full confidence in her strength!
…
Burkeso stood motionless at the origin of the explosion.
The violent shock wave hit his body like a breeze, without causing any injuries.
The Kanai's Box in the sky has stopped all changes, and Kanai will become a part of Bulcaisu here.
“Are you ready?”
Worusk's voice came, but his figure did not appear.
Now he can only stay in that dark place, silently combing through the power of the Holy Mountain, waiting for the day when he will dedicate everything to himself.
“Be prepared for what? Be prepared to be the beneficiary of any sacrifice?”
Burkeso looked at Kanai's Box with some disdain.
“Your sacrifice will not be less than ours, so what’s the problem with being a beneficiary?”
Worusk looked a little anxious.
"Hurry up and get ready! Hurry up and take on the responsibility of the Immortal King. You can't let me, a guy who is locked up in the Holy Mountain, always bear double the burden.
Burkeso, speed up!”
Worusk's voice was filled with helplessness.
In a short period of time, his mood fluctuated several times.
“Were you also this verbose when you were young? I don’t need you to ask me to do things. At least I am much smarter than you.”
Burkeso stretched out his hand and grasped Kanai's Box.
It’s just that my fingers are trembling.
He used a lot of strength when holding this great and magical thing.
“What are you waiting for? Waiting for me to say goodbye to Kanai?”
Worusk roared angrily, and then there was no more movement.
Burkeso glanced at Lizzy Salman behind him, feeling a little irritated.
A young man suddenly appeared, standing there with a look of despair and numbness.
Bulcaisel felt unhappy because he seemed to have no thoughts about everything outside.
Such tragedies happen all the time in shelters!
For example, human beings become the minions of the devil at a certain moment and kill the people around them irrationally.
Perhaps the child watched his mother kill his father and eat the flesh and blood.
These things are too common.
The devil deserves no sympathy.
For those who give up on themselves, no matter what level of help they provide, it will be in vain.
Nephalem rarely go out of their way to help others regain their faith.
That time is too long. Instead of spending time doing something that may not have any results, it would be more sincere to work harder and kill a few more demons.
At least the demon will die if it is killed.
And spending time comforting those desperate wounded soldiers may not necessarily get this person to fight again.
It is not a question of who is more important, but a multiple-choice question of what can be done to make the greatest contribution within the same amount of time.
“This explosion is much simpler than the Worldstone one.”
Burkeso said casually.
Then he sent Lizzy out of this place directly.
Every living person in the secret realm will not die or be sacrificed.
Oleke will do this well.
It is enough to sacrifice only a few people.
Burkeso clenched his fists.
【It would be nice if I was the only one who sacrificed.】
He muttered like this.
Every person who is willing to sacrifice will have such thoughts.
As for those guys who clamor to "sacrifice yourself to benefit the world", they are sinful.
Those who sacrifice themselves for others are just and kind, and those who are generous to others don’t know where they came from with such a big face.
“Kanai, it will be difficult for us to be separated from now on. I hate this feeling.”
Burkeso muttered casually.
This is considered a eulogy.
“I thought you didn’t need to show up before I completely failed. But why do you old guys always have such far-reaching plans?
What will you leave me?”
Burkeso said as he took out the remaining items from Kanai's box.
That is a gem that exudes azure light!
There is also a small bottle of orange-yellow liquid.
“Balance,?”
Burkeso suddenly grabbed the blue gem and threw it into his mouth like a bean.
Then he picked up the small bottle and poured it into his mouth.
The blue light was the trophy Kanai obtained when facing Israel, even though this trophy went into the grave with Kanai.
All of Israel’s lost power is here.
Great Elder Kanai was extremely powerful in that era.
“It’s so boring it makes me feel sick!”
Burkeso swallowed these two things into his stomach with some difficulty, with a look of disdain.
“You say so, Diavolo!”
As Bulcasso called out Diavolo's name, a big demon that looked very similar to the big demon from back then appeared not far away.
The source of fear!
That is the great demon created by Diavolo based on himself!
He had already tried to seize Leah's body to resurrect her very early on.
These great demons called Dreadborn are constructed from the blood of Adria and the blood of Mordan.
Diavolo had fought against Aidan’s will countless times.
This blood is not wasted at all!
“Bulkesso, nice to meet you.”
The voice of Diavolo came from the mouth of the source of fear!
This kind of demon is like Diavolo's signal station.
The Dread God can use his consciousness to fight these bodies at will, and then do whatever he wants!
“Diablo, I’m very happy too.”
Burkeso said, taking off the legendary mountain-splitting ax from his waist!
“There is nothing better than being able to make your consciousness feel my anger before actually killing you! Ha!”
Burkeso let out a war cry after speaking, and the mountain-splitting ax in his hand struck the demon's mouth with a biting cold air!
Burkeso doesn’t want to hear even a hint of Diavolo’s voice anymore!
This guy is unforgivable and deserves to die!
"My consciousness will not be killed in this place, so I know what you have gained. Next, wait for me to come to you! Bulcaisso..."
The source of fear was directly chopped into pieces with an axe!
Becomes a frozen hard ice sculpture in the cold wind!
Then he was lifted up by Bulcasso and trampled into pieces!
“Next time, you won’t feel such simple pain! Bastard!”
Burkeso muttered and shifted his gaze to the direction of the Holy Mountain.
The shock wave of the explosion was about to destroy everything.
The next step is for him to deal with those guys after the incident!
There is another guy inside that he needs to meet.
The guy who always declares victory and the end after the battle in the "Secret Realm"!
Burkeso wants to ask about the news about the Thief God!
