On the holy mountain of Harrogas, Burcasso's constant knocking finally stopped.
The finger-tiger in his hand had been turned into scrap metal by the constant punching.
"Have you finally figured out how to have fun?"
The first generation ancestor took out his hand and rubbed the blood on his face and said.
Injury?
No injuries.
Even if blood bursts out at the moment of being hit, it will disappear the next moment.
The recovery ability of the first generation ancestors is particularly terrifying.
Just like Auriel can harvest hope from all those who have hope.
The gifts given by the first generation ancestors to the descendants are also rewarding for him.
Ordinary barbarians can only learn the inherited moves in a rigid manner.
Even because of his own tribal blood, he is still unable to master some skills well.
But the first generation ancestors were different.
All abilities created by barbarians are rage-based.
And anger is his authority.
Therefore, the first ancestors can use all skills known to barbarians.
In other words, the strength of the first generation ancestors can be seen as the integration of all legendary ancestors.
Hellab's ability to use anger to restore vitality was unreservedly displayed by the first ancestors at this time.
"I just made sure of one thing.
You are not as selfless as others say.
But at least you are a good person."
Bulcaisel shook his hand, trying to get rid of the blood on his hand.
But this kind of dirt could not be shaken off, so Bulcaisso wiped his hands on the clothes of the first ancestor.
"Oh, good man."
The first generation ancestors obviously had some opinions on this evaluation.
"Good people have long since died in countless years of struggle.
I am the baddest among our siblings!
That's why I'm alive until now.
As for Rasma, he is alive today entirely because he is stupid!
No one cares if the idiot is strong enough.
They only care about whether this idiot is easy to use.
If I guessed correctly, my stupid brother must have been deceived by someone else.
That guy has never been very smart.
Or naive?"
The ancestors of the first generation lay very straight when they spoke.
After Bulcaisuo glanced at the first generation ancestor, he slowly stood up and walked to the side.
"You two boys teamed up to beat me up, and I'll remember it in my heart.
If I have a chance, I will definitely beat him back."
The first generation ancestors finally regained their freedom.
He didn't stand up immediately, but just adjusted his posture slightly.
Just changed from lying down to sitting.
"If you want to remember it, then remember it.
You won't get a chance to return it.
Now is not the time to talk about this, don't say you can't feel the breath of despair brewing in this world.
Rakanos has revived."
Bulcasso rubbed his temples.
This incident still exceeded his expectations.
Even if a demon as powerful as Rakanos could resurrect in the Burning Hell, it would not be something he could do in such a short period of time.
This only shows that the Burning Hell is a little anxious.
"Didn't you take away the Shadow Fang?
If this kind of thing happened to me, it would be almost the same as taking away my anger.
Even though the Burning Hell is a thing without brains and thoughts, it has instincts.
Something similar to the desire to survive?
That’s what happened anyway.
If Burning Hell takes no further action, his decline will be a foregone conclusion.
Although it’s pretty much the same now.”
The first ancestor bared his teeth and didn't look very cute...
This expression appeared on him, and he didn't look like a naughty monkey.
It's more like a silverback gorilla making this expression, looking a little more sinister...
"There are so many troubles during the celebration.
Do I, the immortal king, have to personally invite guests to the ceremony?"
Bulcaisuo looked at the first ancestor with squinting eyes and said.
"Aren't you already prepared?
Holding a celebration at this time, in the final analysis, just gives you a reason to beat someone up.
But are you really ready?
Harrogath is an excellent holy mountain.
I don't want to see this holy mountain turn into ashes during the battle between the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell.
Of course, you are much stronger than me now.
Just make your decision."
A sly smile appeared on the face of the first generation ancestor.
A celebration at this time?
This itself is not normal.
The truth of the matter was that Bulqueso found a reason for himself to take action unscrupulously.
In front of the barbarian festival, everyone has to give face!
If it were put in the past, barbarians would certainly not have such great dignity.
But things are different now.
Bulcaisuo can directly pin the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell to the ground and hammer them!
During the celebration everyone was fighting and even plotting against each other.
This was enough for Bulcasio to come to ask everyone to give him a face.
It's just that you may get beaten up before you give me face.
To be continued...