"Hey, Luke."
 Jessica appeared in front of Luke with a wound on her forehead.
 There was a bit of teasing in his eyes.
 She seemed to have the idea of ​​testing Luke's love for her, and appeared in front of Luke with a brand new image.
Though her heart told her Luke wouldn't mind.
 But that kind of female sensibility still made her do it.
Not far behind Jessica, Orak's strong arms picked up Maddock like a chicken.
Originally, Mardoc planned to have a good talk with his heir about battle-related matters, but Luke showed on the battlefield that he had heard about it from Leiko.
To be honest, although he is generally satisfied, Maddock will not stop at the level of satisfaction.
 Luke needs to do better.
 But now Orak plans to give his own tribe, the young warrior Jessica, some time alone with her lover.
 So the relatively "thin" Madoc was unable to struggle and was taken away by Orak.
 “Jessica, where is your long hair?”
Luke looked at Jessica who had some scars and asked slowly, with some sadness in his eyes.
 Then he looked at his lover up and down.
“Punk style suits you too, dear.”
Luke said the most sincere words of love and gently held Jessica's hand.
 It's just that his movements were a little too gentle.
 As if Jessica were fragile porcelain.
 Luke is not stupid, he knows that the way Jessica looks is because of the hand.
 In a short period of time, he had already figured out how to comfort his lover, even if he acted a little stupid.
 Even hiding his sadness in a very clumsy way.
 Failing to protect your lover until the last moment is of course a sad thing.
 “Luke, how was your harvest?”
 Jessica showed her white teeth and smiled like a fool.
Perhaps in front of each other who truly love each other, no one will care too much about their own image.
 Because the love between the two is no longer connected because of appearance.
Besides, the novelty in this may be some kind of interest.
“Not bad, at least I feel how big the gap is between me and the current Rorschach. I also know how to keep working hard.”
Luke said with a smile, and unconsciously placed his hand on Jessica's head, rubbing it gently.
 “Luke.”
Jessica shouted with some annoyance.
 Luke's hands were shaking a little, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
“Luke, let’s deal with that guy as soon as possible. I feel like I can’t let that scum continue to exist anymore.”
 Jessica said with a smile.
 A wave of anger is flickering.
 The murderous intention suddenly arises!
 Jessica finally awakened to the talent of a barbarian.
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 Anger will be generated more quickly, and the impact of anger on the mind will be weakened, allowing more intense anger to be controlled!
 More powerful anger means heavier attacks!
 This talent can be mastered by almost every barbarian, which can better enable barbarians to fight.
 “Then, as soon as possible.”
Luke said with his extraordinarily white teeth.
　A face with some solemnity.
 Purple people?
 How can dying once be enough?
Death in the hands of Bulcaisu is called liberation!
 To die in the hands of Jessica is revenge!
 Jessica's true rebirth requires saying goodbye to the nightmares of the past, and then embarking on the road to redemption with a new attitude.
 …
“Madoc, do you know what your actions will lead to?”
 Orak pinched Maddock's neck and said.
  The bulging muscles of his thick arms were stuck tightly on Maddock's throat.
Maddock's eyes widened, and he looked at Orak without hesitation.
“I am helping my friends, and my actions have led to my friends having a better life! I am a dead person and do not need a stable life, but my friends deserve better things!”
 The determination in his words is very moving.
Even Bulcaisel would be moved when he hears it.
 Because that “friend” is him.
 “Your speaking skills are much better than before.”
Aurak suddenly smiled, but his smile was a little ferocious.
"But you have destroyed the stability of the Holy Mountain! No one knows better than you what the gate of the Holy Mountain is, and what have you done!"
Protruding blood vessels can be seen on Orak's head.
Handled in his arms, Madoc’s spine made a series of crisp sounds!
 Madoc made some minor sacrifices, and the strength of his soul was greatly weakened when he rushed into the Dark Soul Stone!
 The era when the three ancestors were called together has passed, and now Madok cannot even defeat Orak.
As the gatekeeper, Madoc originally had power second only to Leiko and Volusk, but now, perhaps even Olongus, who is least good at close combat, can push Madoc to the floor and beat him up!
“The hope of the barbarians is not the Holy Mountain! My hope is not the Holy Mountain! It is Bulcaisso!”
Madoc blushed and roared, but his voice became very weak under the restriction of Orak.
"Bulkasso! It's Bulcasso again! Why does that idiot Qualkek think that Bulcasso is the future? Doesn't he want to see countless young people exercising in the square? He doesn't want to see happiness become a barbarian.
All of life!?"
Orac once again showed the spirit of a furious lion, his beard and hair were mixed together, and the strength in his arms became more and more powerful.
 Now Maddock can hardly bear it anymore.
 Olac is the center of past glory.
 He is also the last defender of tradition and the past!
 “Orak! Stop!”
Talik said after punching Orak in the chest.
Compared to using words to stop disputes, he still prefers to stop them first and then speak.
Talik caught Maddock's somewhat limp body and stood firmly in front of Orak.
 Olac's steps did not retreat, but his body was pushed forward by huge force.
To be continued...