On the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
 Mr. Craig, the Immortal, has a new existence in his consciousness.
And his uniqueness also completely fell into the eyes of the reincarnated Vandaloni (Krashim)!
"life?"
 These two words came out of Craig's mouth.
 The tone is no different from Karasim's.
 But you can still see a horrifying light in your eyes!
 Craig's life was not false, his lost love and resentment towards immortality never disappeared.
 And he is truly alive.
“Young man, I will not destroy your soul and will, but you need to become one with me!”
Karasim said this.
 The mantra under my feet suddenly spread out!
This rare and powerful man used his soul to send out a reminder, calling out to everything he was familiar with!
This is Harrogath!
 The moment the Holy Mountain was enveloped by other forces, the ancestors were already on their way!
 “Fandaroni!”
 A roar!
 The visitor is the barbarian swordmaster! Karn!
 He and Vandaloni have known each other for a long time, but their relationship is not very harmonious.
 “Is Bulcaisel on the Holy Mountain? I have something to tell him!”
 With the help of Craig's body, Vandaloni spoke immediately.
His soul is escaping little by little, and this dispersion will continue until he can merge with Craig's consciousness.
 “He is accepting the honor of the Immortal King, and you are actually reincarnated again!?”
 While Kahn was speaking, many ancestors appeared behind him and were watching.
 The ancestors were somewhat confused about which name the reincarnated monk should be called, but except for Karn, the other beings were not familiar with Vandaloni.
 But Karashim is their recognized partner.
“Traditional...Okay! Let me tell you those words for me! I will become one with this kid soon. There may be some forgetfulness by then.”
 With the help of Craig's body, the monk began to tell the story of his experience.
 Including Lilith's resurrection and a brief analysis of Malthael's plot!
None of the barbarian ancestors present interrupted, they just listened quietly.
 Until Vandaloni’s voice was so weak that it could no longer be heard.
 As the power of the mantra dissipated, Craig lay stiffly on his back on the ground.
 The ancestors began to exchange opinions with each other at this time.
 Only Swordmaster Karn looked at Craig in front of him and said nothing for a long time.
“Lilith, common mother of the Nephalem? What does Malthael want to do?”
Madoc crossed his arms, tilted his head and kept thinking.
 But the other ancestors focused their attention on Talik.
Talik's opinion is decisive, and the gatekeeper enjoys a higher status than the ordinary ancestors.
 “Our Lady of Grace, save us?”
 Talik recited Rasma's last words and looked up at Maddock who was thinking about it.
“I have no doubts about the fact that Lilith is knowledge, but what does Malthael want to do?”
Talik turned his questioning eyes to those ancestors.
 All the ancestors were constantly using their brains and thinking desperately.
“The combination of wisdom and knowledge may be more suitable for creation than fate plus knowledge! The world over there is already going to perish!”
Leiko passed through the souls of the ancestors and yawned as she spoke.
It is already unusual for Rasma to speak out words seeking salvation.
 Rathma's power was enough to get him everything he wanted, except the things that never came.
“Is Malthael’s purpose to devour? Or to cooperate?”
Madoc muttered.
 This question is very important.
If Malthael chose to devour Lilith, then how could Rathma wake up his mother in front of Malthael?
 And Malthael's power should be greater than Lilith's, and there is no need to sacrifice the near for the distant.
 Unless Malthael knows some secret about Lilith!
“None of this is unimportant, Bulcaisel will take care of it.
 He is about to become the immortal king!
 The problem now is that this child, after becoming the reincarnation of a warrior monk, does not have the power of the Nephalem in his body."
 Cassius tugged at his beard and looked at Craig on the ground.
 Craig's soul has begun to transform into the image of Karashim.
 The long hair that fell out and the beard that grew made him look older than he had been for many years.
“The blood of the monk? Maybe Johanna and I can each give him some blood?
 In this way, he can probably get the balance of his bloodline, right?"
Leiko looked up at the Elder's Temple, which was blocked by the Holy Mountain, with some expectation in her eyes.
 He felt the power of the Archangel of Justice, and if nothing else happened, Bulcasso became stronger again.
The bloodline of a monk is a balance of half angel and half demon.
 When he showed the dark figure of Ling Guanwu, the divine radiance exuded illustrates this point.
 Barbarians are more like demons, while Crusaders are more like angels.
 But no one knows whether such integration can achieve the results they hope for.
“There is still life! Don’t say you can’t feel the essence of Craig, he is a creature of a certain world! Just why!?”
 Cargiu hit his palm hard with his fist, making a loud noise.
 He looks a little ugly.
The power of life is not controlled by death? Instead, he came to this world as an ordinary human being?
 Cargiu can't quite understand this kind of thing.
“Maybe the gods in this world have some plans that we don’t know about?”
Madoc raised his head and glanced at Leiko.
 About the things about the gods of this world, Bulcaisuo may hide something from them.
 But he will not hide it from Leiko.
 Because Leiko is on the same level as those guys.
 Madoc needs more information from Leiko.
“Okay, we still have Kanai’s Box! The worst we can do is throw my blood in together with Johanna’s blood. The power of Kanai’s Box is enough to create a blood that suits the physique of a monk!”
Leiko said a little irritably.
To be continued...