"I bear witness with my soul and the honor of the barbarians!"
Talik's body began to retreat in front of Bulcaisso. He stepped on the ground hard, and even his waist began to bend in order to barely resist Bulcaisuo's storm-like momentum.
His body began to swell under the tremendous pressure, showing the rage of a berserker, but even so, he was still a head shorter than Bulcaisel.
There is no battle flag symbolizing honor on his back, and there are no light wings that prove his quality.
But he still held up the broken heavy weapon and blocked Bulcaisuo's eyes!
"Then accept my blow first!"
Bulcaisuo waved the Mercy in his hand in the direction of Tarik, and the storm and lightning condensed on the head of the hammer swung down towards Tarik with an unstoppable momentum!
At this time, the image of another ancestor appeared quietly around the battlefield.
But he just looked at Rumlow, who was crawling on the ground, with a pair of cold eyes, as if he were looking at a corpse.
Mocott!
The true master of the legendary weapon Wu Merci has a belief that he will never tolerate evil.
A legendary barbarian who will fight into the furnaces of hell for justice.
He is taciturn and only uses actions to prove his belief that he will never tolerate any evil.
A shadow of Wu Ming condensed on his hand, and he walked firmly in the direction of Rumlow.
Barbarians have never been kings. Every powerful barbarian has his own glory.
It's as if Tarik intends to save Rumlow's life, and he, Mocott, is firmly on Bulcaisel's side this time!
Wu Ming struck hard on the edge of the Proof of Shame, knocking the heavy weapon that represented living with shame to death out of Talik's hand!
"Xia!"
Talik let out a war cry, activating the power to ignore the pain, and blocked the path of Mercy's swing with his raised arms.
At this moment, he already understood how powerless he was when facing Bulcaisuo, and even began to suspect that even if Warusk stood in his position, he might not be able to block the blow.
Moreover, Wu Ming has inherited a glory that is not Bulcaisuo’s own, and the power that truly made Bulcaisuo a legend has yet to be revealed!
With a loud "Bang!", the heavy hammer in Mocott's hand fell next to Rumlow's head, smashing a deep pit into the extremely hard ground of the Temple of the Elders.
The debris from the exploded rocks hit Rumlow's face and shoulders, staining the warrior's face with blood.
The spread force of the Hammer of the Ancestors combat skill even crushed Rumlow's shoulders, leaving only a little bit of flesh connecting Rumlow's arms and body.
And this hammer also stopped the battle between Bulcaisso and Talik.
"No fear and no regrets. I will not regret this. One blow did not take away this guy's life, but he had to bear that shame until he proved himself."
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, Mocott said this sentence with a strange pause in his voice. By the time he got used to the feeling of speaking, he had finished what he wanted to say, and then disappeared.
Temple of the Elders.
Mocott does not condone evil, but he is also tolerant of awakened justice.
The weight of this hammer should be regarded as the interest charged for sins. As for the sins that need to be repaid, he still has a long time to make up for them until his death.
Bulcaisel gradually exited the state of the berserker's rage, turned around and walked into the Temple of the Elders.
Rumlow didn't even look at the seriously injured and dying person on the ground.
Two ancestors have already expressed their attitude, so Bulcasso doesn't mind giving this guy a chance.
Tarik's body gradually returned to its transparent appearance, but he looked particularly weak.
After all, he was just a barbarian who died at the hands of Baal and the demon army. Even though he had a powerful name, he was still far behind Bulkatho.
After a brief battle, he almost disappeared on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
"Young man, go and prepare. You will accept my trial. As long as you live, you will become a barbarian."
Tarik didn't care whether Rumlow could hear him clearly. After saying these words, he disappeared from the spot.
The token of shame that had flown to nowhere suddenly appeared here and was stuck sideways on Rumlow's neck.
When Rumlow woke up, it was already dark and there was a fire burning around him.
His memory was stuck on the moment when Mokete's heavy hammer was swung down to destroy the world, but there was no fear in his heart, only the kind of relaxation that was like washing away the lead.
Even though the severe pain in his body made it difficult for him to even make an expression, he still managed to squeeze out a smile.
The smile tore open the initially healed wound on his face, and bursts of pus and blood flowed down his cheek to the ground, gradually flowing to the edge of the sharp blade of the evidence of shame.
After struggling to activate the recovery ability of the medicine bottle, he passed out again.
When he woke up, he was already lying on the plane returning.
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"Captain, what did you do?"
Tes took a deep drag on the cigarette and looked at Rumlow with some suspicion.
A doctor beside Rumlow was treating the wound on his shoulder.
When the doctor saw Rumlow, he almost wanted to ask Tes why he wanted him to treat a corpse.
The extent of Rumlow's shoulder being crushed was no better than that of Bolognese. More importantly, the injury also damaged Rumlow's lungs.
Even though the gravel from the wound on Rumlow's face had been removed at this time, his head was now tightly wrapped like a rice dumpling, with only a pair of eyes and mouth leaking out.
He doesn't look much different from a normal person.
"I figured something out."
As he woke up, he felt the difference in himself. The biggest change was that he could clearly feel the location of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas in his heart.
He even knew the name Harrogas inexplicably, and he longed for it.
After receiving the baptism of the Holy Mountain and the recognition of Talik, although Rumlow has not yet passed the test of becoming a barbarian, he will no longer be excluded from the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
"I will be renewed!"
Rumlow didn't feel the pain in his shoulder at all. At this time, he thought of what SHIELD and Hydra had done in the past, and an inexplicable anger arose in his heart.
His many years as an agent allowed him to hide this anger deep in his heart, and then he planned to do something.
For example, find an opportunity to send his boss to hell.
Justice took root in Rumlow's heart through Bulkeso's actions.
And the pair of golden-orange light wings full of courage made him very determined in his decision.
Everything he had done in the past seemed to be condensed in his blood, making him feel ashamed and ashamed of it.
But at this time, Rumlow felt particularly relaxed, and he saw the opportunity to become a glorious barbarian.
I also truly felt my sense of self.
But for the time being, he has to put on the bodies of SHIELD and Hydra to protect his budding heart of justice.
Until he has the power to ignore evil, then he will overthrow all these guys!
Tes felt something was wrong, but as a member of Hydra and Rumlow's direct subordinate, he just thought that Rumlow needed to hide some information and could not let SHIELD know.
The flight seemed particularly long because apart from the doctor's shouts, there was almost no other sound.