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.”
An ugly smile broke out on Kotur's lips, and he sincerely blessed the young warriors.
It’s just that his blessing didn’t have any auspicious words, it was just a silly smile.
“If you have time, you can compete, at least decide who will do the housework in the future.”
Couture’s teasing tone made Jessica look a little more human.
At least she blushed a little.
“Haha~”
Luke laughed nervously, knowing that Couture was flirting with him.
“Jessica, I plan to build our new home myself, right next to the blacksmith shop in Burqueso. The Frank family also lives in that place, maybe it will become a new community there.”
Luke saw that Couture turned and left directly before speaking to Jessica.
His voice was not loud, as if he was afraid of being heard again, but he directly held the palms that had become rough from the battle.
Two people stood face to face, looking extremely harmonious.
“It’s fine that you make the decision. I would rather you do all the housework.”
Jessica lightly hammered Luke's chest. This time Luke's body was greatly shaken, but no injuries were left.
Luke has also become stronger.
“This is tradition, but I still hope we can be more open-minded and divide the work or do it together.”
Luke smiled so much that he could see his back molars.
The blessings from their ancestors gave the young couple a more tender outlook on life.
At least now there is no need to think about how to deal with the possible overflow of demons and angels.
In the woods not far away, Natasha and Hawkeye were sitting in front of a fire, roasting meat with some fruits on the side.
Although they heard some news from Luke, they were not in the mood to care about the specific matters.
They had something to discuss. The barbecue on the fire was already a little charred, and it looked like it was disgusted.
No one can eat only meat for every meal, and there must be something else.
“When will you return to S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
Natasha asked casually. Although her feelings for SHIELD were not comparable to those of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, it was a place that gave her a place to stay in the past.
To say that he has no emotion would be a lie.
The main resistance now is not SHIELD's attitude, but the Hawkeye in front of us.
“Wait until Nick Fury is truly honest with us, or until SHIELD is united.”
Hawkeye said this.
He had not planned to do this originally, but when he returned home and found that there were agents everywhere at his door, he felt it was necessary to examine his job.
Agent will always be suspected, and he knows this very well.
But not many people know where his home is. The Natasha in front of me is one of them, and Nick Fury is naturally one of them.
He didn’t know what went wrong, but the reality was that his home was being targeted by agents.
Lately, he has been busy tracking down the agents who were stalking his home, completing an operation like a matryoshka doll.
He is the most professional in tracking this kind of thing.
At least that's the case in S.H.I.E.L.D.
At this time on the Holy Mountain, if Natasha hadn't said there was something important, he wouldn't have come.
“Barton, maybe you misunderstood Nick Fury? Maybe those guys are another group of people?”
Natasha said with a headache.
Although she may be the person who knows Hawkeye best besides his family, she has never thought that Hawkeye is really as stubborn as the eagle before.
Boiling an eagle is a technical job, and Natasha is not capable of it.
It would be better to say that Hawkeye has been made love to that gentle and considerate woman.
Hawkeye may not care much about the choices of others other than that home.
Among friends and family, Eagle Eye obviously values his own family more.
Because home is the place that this circus-born eagle yearns for most, and it is also where his softest heart resides.
“Who else could it be? Hydra? Hydra was cleaned up and down before, and you want to tell me that their heads have grown back in such a short period of time?”
Hawkeye's words didn't seem very polite.
But Natasha knew that the Hawkeye in front of her was definitely a good man.
“Perhaps it is? Remember the last brigades before? Even if those guys are not Hydra, they are inextricably related to Hydra. Who knows if there are other similar guys out there?”
Natasha's process of convincing Hawkeye was a bit difficult.
She is indeed good at speaking to others, but that depends more or less on her own unique "charm".
How to treat an old acquaintance in that way? Besides, this old acquaintance also has his own family.
Natasha’s lower limit is not that low, of course...
“Old acquaintance” is the key part.
Things like the lower limit are actually the least valuable thing to Natasha who was born in a red house, but SHIELD gave her a dignity slightly higher than the lower limit.
For this reason, Natasha is grateful to SHIELD.
Small favors can sometimes be remembered for a lifetime, as long as they come at the right time.
“Have you decided that S.H.I.E.L.D. needs us now? Or have you said that after this period of leave, Black Widow can’t wait to get back to work?”
Hawkeye's tone was sarcastic, and now he almost seemed to have lost his mind.
Natasha's expression changed and she became cold.
Conflicts can also arise between friends, especially when one of the parties is angry.
Natasha felt a little offended. The two of them almost never used nicknames to call each other when they got along.
Not even if it’s a joke.
Private space requires a more intimate attitude, but something is wrong with Hawkeye now.
Natasha took a long breath and calmed down.
Only in front of friends will she act like a human being.