Not many people knew about this farce that was too fucked up when it happened, and there were not many traces left when it ended.
 Except for a child who is currently autistic, not much has changed on the Holy Mountain.
　　If you don’t count Kahn fighting with Tarik.
 At the moment Luke and Jessica don’t know about this anyway.
 “Jessica, how powerful are you now?”
 Luke said with a gentle smile.
 Such an expression is a bit rare for him, because he is not the kind of person who is particularly good at expressing emotions.
 But he felt it necessary to do so now.
Tenderness is a little adjustment in a long relationship. Not everyone will be happy with a turbulent relationship.
Perhaps a simple and honest man can make Jessica feel relaxed from the bottom of her heart, but a man who considers the other person is the better one.
 At least Luke wants something better for Jessica.
 “I don’t know either, but I seem to be getting stronger all the time.”
Jessica raised her fists and looked at her with disbelief in her eyes.
Luke's gentleness warmed her heart, but it wasn't unbelievable.
That man simply made her want to laugh, but the thing she couldn't believe was another thing.
 Because she couldn't tell for a while whether she was Jessica Jones or a shadow of Orak.
 The power in her body that was increasing every moment caused the emotion of "panic" to appear in her heart.
 My own will is constantly changing towards Orak, perhaps this is also a test.
　　Whether he becomes a new Orak or a better Jessica, it is not a bad thing for the barbarians as a whole.
 Although she knew very well that Orak had never thought about having a shadow.
The God of War once arrogantly believed that the barbarians only needed his own dedication. Even if he stood on the edge of disappearance, he would not have any regrets.
Rather than saying this, perhaps Orak would have preferred that there would be no one similar to him among the barbarians after him.
While the two people were talking, the purple man over there was completely broken.
Even the soul was burned to ashes by the anger.
Ziren's walking was not very pleasant, his body was a little too hard, and the process of death was given more pain.
Perhaps the purple man would be willing to greet the blacksmith Rasuk. Maybe Rasuk was not so attentive when he was forging weapons.
 Complete death is probably the ending he wants most after experiencing so many things, but the process is not very smooth.
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The existence of immortality is a kind of torture, but he has not felt ashamed of what he has done during this time.
 This is a pure villain. Rather than regretting his mistakes, he regrets that he made them and was caught.
 Unrepentance is the most common attitude among these real villains.
To say they are heroes is to belittle the word "hero". The purple people are just rubbish and not really heroes.
 The despicable ones are worse than cockroaches in the trash can.
 “I want to meet with Ancestor Kotur, and now is the time.”
Luke said this.
 He didn't plan to spend any more time on Ziren's matter, that piece of garbage was already broken into pieces.
Luke smashed it with his fist. Of course when he encountered some hard bones, he borrowed the stones from the Holy Mountain.
Although going to the Burning Hell is what he wants to do most at this time, he knows very well that going to the Burning Hell now is purely seeking death.
 It has no meaning and does not produce the slightest value.
 It’s just that he can’t wait to give Jessica a home.
Luke could clearly feel that the distance between Jessica and him was starting to grow a little bit further. It wasn't that the love between each other had become shallow, but that Jessica was constantly moving towards the position of the God of War.
, the parts belonging to Jessica Jones are being continuously reduced.
This makes him a little afraid. He is afraid that the person in front of him will one day become another existence, and the other person will not be aware of it.
People cannot completely understand each other. In that case, people will no longer be composed of countless individuals, but will become a part of a whole.
 Like an organ.
"Luke, I'm very happy that you can consider me, but you can't live just for others. Whether it is ancestor Madoc or me, it will only be a part of your life, not all of it."
 Jessica looked into Luke's eyes seriously and spoke word by word.
　　Two people come together because of their similarities, but when they fall in love, it is because they accept each other's differences.
 No one needs to put everything he has into another person.
 It has nothing to do with freedom, it’s just that the personality needs to be independent.
 “No, I live for my love.”
 Luke pressed Jessica's lips to interrupt her.
 At this time, waves of good-natured laughter also came from behind them.
It's definitely embarrassing to be seen talking to each other, maybe the word "embarrassment" is more suitable for this situation?
 “What are you going to do with me? Are you going to wrestle with me?”
　　Coultul’s somewhat silly smile made people irritated, and he couldn’t hold his hands with his strong arms in front of him.
 But he did it anyway because it was Orak's favorite pose when he was growing up.
 Coultul has no intention of hiding himself at all, he has never been good at hiding.
 It's like a railcar with only two standards: forward and backward.
“I’d like to ask if you could relax your standards. After all, it’s not fun to get in the way of Jessica and me being together.”
Luke chuckled, said something ungentlemanly, and then charged at Kotur!
The remnants of the Madoc legend appeared in his hand, and the blunt weapon lay in front of him, making him look like a speeding semi-trailer.
 The ground was trampled by his footsteps except for a series of footprints.
“That’s impossible! The standard is the standard.”
　　Cotur laughed loudly, then bulged up his muscles and stood there waiting for Luke to charge.
 He did not tell Luke and Jessica that the so-called standards were all his.
As for Cassius, will he be dissatisfied afterwards?
Then let Cassius come and talk to him about standards in person!
"boom!"
 The collision happened quite suddenly and the sound was not quiet.
 But it didn’t stir up much dust or anything like that from the ground.
 Because Luke's body was forced to stop in place, and his feet sank deeply into the ground.
Facing Couture’s strong body, Luke only slightly made Couture tremble.
 The gap between the two is still too big.
"This means you have shaken me, and you can get engaged. The rest is a worthy trophy. What I said! If anyone has any objections, let him come to me!"
　　Cotur immediately relaxed and looked at the skin on his arm that had been scratched by a blunt instrument and said with some surprise.
 In terms of pure strength, there is still a big gap between Luke and Luke, but when it comes to fighting, Luke is already considered a mature warrior.
 When Kotur, who is good at wrestling, faces an unqualified demon, his skin will not be scratched.
 Luke's growth surprised him a bit.
“Of course, the dead man over there is not acceptable. Although that guy can meet the standards, the captive beasts are not considered trophies.”
To be continued...